One 50 - That Now You Know Me текст песни

Nigga that now you know
When I was broke you don't know me
But that now you know me
Motherfuckers don't jerk
This is no joke, see the money making machine
Yeah, One 50


Money grip, BM money grip
That now you know me


The time pass plus the drama
Still got my mind on my mama
I see good life gazing
Cook up in the bricks missing
The hood love me as the track drop from the studio
Still drop a new brand video
Lifestyle gone so fast
I move like the speed of sound
My mind gaze, so I got that good life coming so easy
Still moving guns on the moon
True love got me making it
This is a hits
That now you know me




All day I run the block
I drop G's from overseas
I got that Chinese tea sipping
The game gone slacking
I am back on the Maybach
6 guns in my hand about to hit master plan
Real gangsta still got the blow flipping

Now I'ma double up in the hood
I am so good when I comes through
Big money on BKK time
Yeah I got it nigga
That now you know me




When the blow flip, don't talk shit, One 50 rap tycoon got the hollow tip
Love the way I move clips, back in the Maybach, dance to my new track
The money in your pocket now gone flat, the US rappers always smoke crack

Papa Dogg can't rap, I stay up in the hustle trap
Bury a nigga in the hood rat, dogg the hoes love your watch

Rap connect to the Korean budget, I don't disconnect
bullets drops as the track lay up a semi map
Take a trip through your eyes, tears off my part
Still hustling for the money, got stuck with a big ass honey
Million of baht doggy-doggy clap
Still got the mind to kill pills smokers
My tune hit the block up, G shut up
Still smoking like a monster, the police scar of gangsta




Georgie O.Grand got money, so the hoes keep coming
T.Pain drag still turning, the speed of BM keep running
Melt the police on this one
One 50 rap tycoon don't give a shit, I ride with the hollow tip
Who can feel my pain, my dream still my dream
The drama never stop, I still got my mind on hip hop
Bitches be loving my tune like I have shot one M

My lyrics comes to you like a breeze, so I start to squeeze
Till I die, I am out to get rich
Niggas living good life from crime game, fuck the guns game
Who say they can do something to me
Now get your stupid head closer and let me turn you to a hooker
Still got that military mind to kill that bitch who burn my lyrics
Yes, we all know the cops love the money so deeply like Paul McCall pieces