What You Know About Me lyrics

Biggest record you ever hear in you life

Defnelson on the beat

Yo Def, you did it again bro

God damn

What you know about me, Huh

Who you know about me, uh

Fuck what you heard about me

You don't know shit about me

What you know about me, Huh

Fuck what you heard about me

Fuck what you heard about me

Fuck what you heard about me

Yea, people these days tryna judge me

From Instagram and Youtube

But, um you never really done it like me

You only seen me on Youtube

You think you kinda Miley on me?

You think I'm kinda Miley Cyrus?

Nah you really never see me

Only time you see me with sirens

Yea yea yea

3 bodyguards at the fashion show

With a milli on the floor

Front row or I'm never gonna attend

I used to sneak into fashion shows

Now, I'm performing at AT shows

Who would of thought

life could be like this man

Three rewind and three rewind

Rewind back in three years ago

I used to be nobody

Now everybody tryin to come

And sign me to a record label

I don't really give a fuck

If you pay me 20 milli

I need like 100 milli

I need a 100 bill

What you know about me, Huh

Who you know about me, uh

Fuck what you heard about me

You don't really know me, uh

Stop tryin to judge me, uh

I don't really give a fuck

AH, AH , AH

Yea, In Korea, you never see

anybody individual like me

You need to delicate to delicate me

You can never implicate me

I ain't no replication

I don't need no application

When I come to the front

Everybody wanna sign me , nah

Back stage, front stage, off stage

On stage, I be jumping though

Every fashion designer

wanna gimme their clothes

So I can rock it now

Used to , used to window shop

Now, now I don't need to shop

Too many boxes in my house

I don't really know which one to open up

I guess I'm little

I'm little

I need a bad bitch now

I need a naked bitch now

I need a big booty now

I need a model bitch now

I need a Puerto Rican bitch

What you know about me, Huh

Who you know about me, uh

Fuck what you heard about me

You don't really know about me

I don't really give a fuck, uh

I don't really give a fuck, uh

Man, it's that gang shit bitch

YA, YA

I'm countin money in my bank account

I'm countin money in my house

I need to stay quite now

Cuz everybody hear my money now

When I walk into club, they smell me

Now about na na my cologne

They smelling me I be counting the Benjamins

And the Wons, and the Jamaicans

Wa Ta QUA everything SA PAB

Wa Ta QUA , everything KEBAB

Wa Ta QUA everything SIP PAB

Wa Ta QUA I need a chicken Kebab

Wa Ta QUA SIP PAB

Wa Ta QUA Ku PAB

Wa Ta QUA Jamaican

I be speaking that Jamaican

• Artist:Jiho Givenchy
• Album:WHOLE LOTTA CASH