Don’t I Know Ya

Yeah, hey what up, baby? Hey
I know you like me, but is it my pockets
Babe?
I know you like me, but is it my pockets
Babe?

See she was Christian before
Now it's Christian Dior
More bags on the dinner shop
Let yours in store now she all that
Where that what you call that
You give her your number
It's a wonder if she call back
Used to compliment me
Used to call me nice names
Now the only time she callin'
Me is for a pricin'
Thinkin' it the gravy, used to be my lady
Ever since that paper, baby
She been actin' shady
Feeln' like a candy kid at the mall
Hair, manicured nails, maxin' out my cards
Tryna keep it faithful
No relaxin' with the broads
Now to find out that my passion was a fraud
Man, I must be dumb, even though she bad
She can't be the one, she just want my cash
Ooh, girl, you so scandalous, baby
And if you ain't got no money
You can't handle this lady, no no

I was like, "Hey pretty thing
Can I get your name?"
She replied laughin' and didn't say a thing
Damn, I felt ashamed but then I used my brain
Opened up my coat and showed
Her two diamond chains when I met her
Yeah the deed just got exchanged
Before I hit the range
She gave me a phone call
Told me if I played her right
She'll take all the gloves off
Man, this hoe is so lost and scandalous

I don't know why these girls
They want something from me, from me
I don't know why these girls
They want something from me, from me
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

Oh, shawty be frontin' like my main hoe
But I know she only want me for my pay roll
Ayo don't I know ya, don't I know ya
I swear girl, I know your type
Oh baby, I know you like Swave
Lookin' for a G to get
You things you never had, babe
Don't I know ya, don't I know ya
I swear girl, I know your type