Know That

Lyrics

[Intro: 2 Pistols & French Montana] Bolo It's Blood Money, baby Yeah You know how I love money 2 Pistols Uh, Montana [Chorus: French Montana & 2 Pistols] Call him Mr. Never-Get-Your-Ho-Back, hundred grands, I throw that (Yeah) Ne-never get your ho back, hun-hun-hundred grands, I throw that (Huh?) Never get your ho back, hundred grands, I throw that (Huh?) Ne-never get your ho back, hun-hun-hundred grands, I throw that (Throw that), throw that (Throw that) Throw that, ne-ne-never forget your homie Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that Throw that (Throw that), throw that (Throw that), ne-ne-never forget your homie Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that You know how I love money [Verse 1: 2 Pistols] Coke boy before rap, it's Blood Money, but you know that Better cuff your ho 'cause I'll snatch her, bro, and have her suckin' dick in that Maybach They were hatin' on me, this payback, keep that thang on me, stay strapped Throw-throw-throwin' money, ten racks, your ho fuckin', A-ASAP, uh-uh-uh My swisher loud, nigga, I can't hear a thing-thing I like that pussy bald like Mr. Clean-Clean My cup muddy, boy, I'm on that fuckin' lean-lean 2 Pistols, but what's my nickname? [Chorus: French Montana & 2 Pistols] Call him Mr. Never-Get-Your-Ho-Back (Huh?), hundred grands, I throw that Ne-never get your ho back (Huh?), hun-hun-hundred grands, I throw that Never get your ho back, hundred grands, I throw that Ne-never get your ho back, hun-hun-hundred grands, I throw that (Throw that), throw that (Throw that) Throw that, ne-ne-never forget your homie Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that Throw that, throw that, ne-ne-never forget your homie Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that Coke Boy, baby [Verse 2: French Montana] Thousand Chain French, she call that, want my flow back Bullets hit you, call him Mr. Never-Get-Your-Ho-Back Fuck that beef, cook steak up, all that grind, got to cake up Get so high, might never wake up, put it in a pot, bread to break up Got the streets you know that, that respect, you owe that Pay and fold, better hold, 'cause my niggas grow that Foot on niggas neck, servin' niggas coke Pearls iced out, like you seen 'em with the Pope [Chorus: French Montana] Call him Mr. Never-Get-Your-Ho-Back (Huh?), hundred grands, I throw that Ne-never get your ho back (Huh?), hun-hun-hundred grands, I throw that Never get your ho back, hundred grands, I throw that Ne-never get your ho back, hun-hun-hundred grands, I throw that, throw that Throw that, ne-ne-never forget your homie Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that Throw that, throw that, ne-ne-never forget your homie Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that [Verse 3: 2 Pistols] Man, your ho wanna suck a nigga, man, your ho wanna fuck a nigga I hit it then I quit it, hasta la vista, Arnold Schwarzenegger Semi-automatic, both pistols, I ball, you a broke nigga Winter time, chinchilla, wipe me down, I'm a pimp nigga, uh-uh-uh Rollie on my arm cost a whole brick-brick I chucked a whole bomb, then I scoop your bitch-bitch You thought that she was at work, she was on my dick-dick 2 Pistols, but what's my nickname is? [Chorus: French Montana, 2 Pistols & Both] Call him Mr. Never-Get-Your-Ho-Back (Huh?), hundred grands, I throw that Ne-never get your ho back (Huh?), hun-hun-hundred grands, I throw that Never get your ho back, hunnid grands, I throw that Ne-never get your ho back, hun-hun-hundred grands, I throw that, throw that Throw that, ne-ne-never forget your homie Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that Throw that, throw that, ne-ne-never forget your homie Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that