Taylor Gang’s Chevy Woods links up with Minnesota’s Rocky Diamonds for a new collaboration on Know We Got It which is produced by Ricky P.
Know We Got It Lyrics by Chevy Woods Ft. Rocky Diamonds
(Hook x2)
50 bottles, need 50 more
I guess that’s what they hate us for
We throwin money, you know we got it
You ain’t throwin nothing cuz you ain’t got it
(Verse)
I’m in this bitch throwin that money like rice, you came to party tonight
Spittin the profit I made off that white
Oh that’s yo girl well she ain’t tonight
You know my caine, all of them Taylors insane
Don’t make em fuck up yo frame
All of them bottles on top of yo brain
When they get to marchin it ain’t a parade
My diamonds they messin, just got an affection
I can get it groupie, you know that we passin
Just hop out a classy you ain’t ever seen in yo life
My watch makes you just panic
Control, Kendrick got Janet
Out of them niggas that you just manage
To convince you be in traffic move these jay bits cuz we rappin
All of the club owners know us, all on that gang game, ain’t shit change
But this changed, I got 6 change
With Jordan hands, that’s 6 range, what?
Somebody call the waitress please
‘Cus I know that’s what niggas hate to see
And we don’t do the bar tab
I just give a girl my girl and I go off mack
And if you bout to tell me girl with the plan
Jury all hop and scrr scrr, go get my car fast
(Hook x2)
50 bottles, need 50 more
I guess that’s what they hate us for
We throwin money, you know we got it
You ain’t throwin nothing cuz you ain’t got it
(Verse)
Of any man mama they don’t want
Murder 100 ground drummers from that young nigga in the suburban
Got no time to feel ‘cus every second is urgent
Some niggas like splurging, some niggas like service
Some bitches hate workin, some bitches ain’t hurtin
Pull up and make yo fuckin block shit like it’s nervous
Most bitches ain’t worth it, learned that shit when I was young
Never leave the crib without kissin yo mama or you’re gone
What the fuck you gonna do when the niggas run up on you and tell you run that shit
No more talkin, all girls pop and fuck this rap shit
No more beefin I’m eatin, you beefin chiefin on me
Yo bitch be fuckin on me, yo kingdom move here along me
Got the 40 no owe me which niggas seem like go ringy
I’m the youngest OG
They should all bow down to the re
In the blur blowin loud with my homies cheffin
T got MOB, tell Wiz I’m ready
(Hook x2)
50 bottles, need 50 more
I guess that’s what they hate us for
We throwin money, you know we got it
You ain’t throwin nothing cuz you ain’t got it
