You Know What lyrics

I’m gonna just close my eyes and say the first thing that comes to head

[Verse 1]

Life is just a blur, just how I prefer

She be on her knees, but she ain't in Church

England’s favourite rapper, fuck how much I’m worth

Them niggas asking if I’m rich though? duhhh!

Oh my fucking word, British connoisseur

Ask them boy from Coldplay

Ask them boy from Blur

Man I didn’t buy the Aston

Cause when I speed it’s off

We celebrating every night like it’s December 31st

You fools are stuck in April

Wake up in a telly

Told my cleaner she should run a fucking hoover on the table

Me, Akon and Usher, 20 thousand in the Staple, uh

Roger, I’m a MVP up in that label

Man Jalouse or Whiskey Mist

I’m fucking high gettin’ pissed as shit

Nigga all my flights are business class

All my trips is business trips

Do it all or don’t do nothing

A hundred thousand pound or more in every discussion

[Hook]

Told you I’mma blow, niggas get ya dough up

You pay them to get in, I get paid to show up

You know what? you know what?

You know what? you know what?

That shit from Cali make me slow up

Rose make me throw up

How these 30 year old bitches tellin’ me that I should grow up?

You know what? you know what?

You know what? you know what?

[Verse 2]

Platinum disk money, damn you the shit money

I’m tryna get that Will, Jada and Willow Smith money

In 3 days I’ve been in 6 countries

I hustle hard, day and night, Kid Cudi

She say before she go and fuck she wanna sniff somethin’

I got these bitches on trial like I’m witch huntin’

You take ‘em out, you let her pick something

While my yard chick cook me curry goat and big dumpling

I pull out a thousand ones and tell her strip something

I bet she lets me fuck her even if she with someone

Back it up, back it up

Baby back it up, that shawty bootyy crazy spectacular

Like she from Africa

Call my money jail, cause of the way I stack it up

Money up on money, racks on racks and such

Plus I got me some sneaking bitches in and out the back of clubs

Said I live a very wild life, David Attenborough

Nigga I told you that I’ma blow up

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I’m on that Henny and Patron nigga tough kidneys

You ain't got enough stamina to fuck with me

Fuck you, fuck you, nigga I talk money

B-b-b-buck tooth

My mouths potty like I don’t know what a censor is

They don’t let you in this club without a membership

Donald Trump profit, take an apprenticeship

Nigga this is mad, Ricky crazy, dope expensive shit

[Hook]

• Artist:Tinie Tempah
• Album:Happy Birthday (2011)