Bow Wow – Dont Know Bout That

I’m sayin’, man, what you sayin’, homie?

Different weight class, you know, that’s right

I’m finna be one of them ones, you know what I’m sayin’

About to move all these old rappers out the way

‘Coz they just takin’ up too much space, you heard

It’s time for new energy, man

I got the whips, wheels, diamonds in my grill

Money, *** and clothes, man, it’s all a playa knows

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

Listen, you see the chain, you know my pedigree

You know what it is when you dealin’ with the letter B

Dirty mad, *** stay mad at me, mad at me

‘Coz they can’t show they girls what I’ma let ’em see, let ’em see

I’m leanin’ on all these lil’ bustas with some money

I take they girl and I’m like Usher with the money

Only difference is you ain’t ’bout to see me, boo hoo

I’m up in lettin’ it burn

Singin’, “Girl, do you?”

I got the whips, wheels, diamonds in my grill

Money, *** and clothes, man, it’s all a playa knows

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

I got the whips, wheels, diamonds in my grill

Money, *** and clothes, man, it’s all a playa knows

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

I’m a 08 Phantom type bandanna rocker

Me and JD is like Redbull and Vodka

And we right back at it, man, live from Atlanta, man

Grilled up, tatted ass, since birth had it, man

Stuntin’ on these *** throwin’ dough around

If you hear I’m in your town, best believe it’s goin’ down

If I stood on my wallet, I’ll be bigger than Shaq

Who you know under 21 who do it like that?

I got the whips, wheels, diamonds in my grill

Money, *** and clothes, man, it’s all a playa knows

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

I got the whips, wheels, diamonds in my grill

Money, *** and clothes, man, it’s all a playa knows

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

5th album, still gettin’ it

*** mad at me ‘coz they ain’t gettin’ it how I’m gettin’ it

Mista or the mistress, 106 and Park that is

I hear you talkin’ but you *** know who started this

Who the hardest is and who the real artist is

And clearly who be gettin’ it poppin’ like this, uh

White T, Red Monkey jeans

When I hit the block, you know I’m comin’ down clean

I got the whips, wheels, diamonds in my grill

Money, *** and clothes, man, it’s all a playa knows

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

I got the whips, wheels, diamonds in my grill

Money, *** and clothes, man, it’s all a playa knows

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

Young C Fresh, it feels

Like poppin’ out that Phantom shinin’ brighter than a Plasma

The Coupe Like a NASCAR, dough come faster

Pockets fat as Biggie, Jazze, Big Jasper

I’m somethin’ like a master, I’m So So, G4, too high

The Bapes, the Monkeys, the ice got me too fly

Young C and Bow, that’s the one of few stacks

Free shows and promos, I don’t know about that

I got the whips, wheels, diamonds in my grill

Money, *** and clothes, man, it’s all a playa knows

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

I got the whips, wheels, diamonds in my grill

Money, *** and clothes, man, it’s all a playa knows

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that

Bein’ broke, naw *** I don’t know bout that