One 50 - That Now You Know Me lyrics

rate me

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 U.S 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