Dave — Wanna Know Original

[Verse 1] Used to wear wallabies I was wearing wallabies Bitches never wanted me Work getting on top of me too And now my trainers, hundreds Beanies Wanna lie with you when you have trueys in abundance Cause you can't have fun without funding Why have guns with no gunmen? Why have knives just to dump them? We don't see fathers Get a shank to your face, yeah that's street karma Trainers 4something, you can't deech Pradas And I still take the train to college And I was still making major profit And I'll still see whip money Jump out of the strip money Take a niggas bitch money Niggas think you're rich money Try and take your bitch money Still I've got that sick money Might just buy a stick money Run you out your strip money Look [Chorus] All my man are running to the money We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay And all my man are running from them hoes in the roads like whoa whoa whoa, whoa Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know, but now I'm seeing dough These catties they be calling up my phone All these mandem and they applaud me on the road [Verse 2] I put corn in for my bro Niggas keep on talking on a low Niggas keep talkin on a low, but all my niggas bros All my niggas,all my niggas bros My niggas have your niggas on the ropes I'll have niggas on your roads Niggas on my strip or on my phone With a brick or with a pole I got niggas that will hit a kid with both Now I'm dressing in a different set of clothes Gucci and the Prada brings the hoes [Chorus] All my man are running to the money We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay And all my man are running from them hoes in the roads like whoa whoa whoa, whoa Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know, but now I'm seeing dough These catties they be calling up my phone All these mandem and they applaud me on the road [Verse 3] Shout out to my educated females You got a job up the highstreet doing retail But you trying to take your tests, you doing theory So you can't really focus, you can't sleep well Shout out to my women without no father She's still rocking Michael Kors in Zara She'll die in designer All broke bitches want to fight her She doesn't give them wood for the fire, no Shout out to my women with degrees Shout to my young'un with the P's doing GCSEs Shout out to my women with the Fs and the Es and the Ds Double Ds on her chest they're so pleasing Shout out to my young'uns on the street then Tell 'em you gotta stop thinking about the beef and get the P's then Shout out to my olders on the street then, 24 Z I woulda never wanna never wanna be them [Chorus] All my man are running to the money We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay And all my man are running from them hoes in the roads like whoa whoa whoa, whoa Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know, but now I'm seeing dough These catties they be calling up my phone All these mandem and they applaud me on the road