Meek Mill Know No Betta song lyrics

See I don't even knock these hoes

They don't know no better

For now on I'm gona start judging you bitches off the niggas you fucking

You hoes don't know no rock from no diamond

It's levels

I remember smoking dope and fucking hoes

Dodging d's and poppin' pistols on the corner sellin' o's

For the love of Birkin bitches sellin' souls

Now I wake up and I fuck my dream girl and tell her whoa

Know no better, bitch don't know no better

Runnin' round town with these lame ass niggas

She don't know no better, know no better

Nigga don't know no better

Runnin' round talkin like he gonna rob me

He don't know no better

I'm with a chick from the hood named Kiki

And she a bad girl like Riri

And she gon' bust it open for a real nigga

Fuck her on a perc now that ho tryna keep me

Pimpin ain't easy, no I see more she like feed me

I tell my jeweler to freeze me

Diamonds they dancing the bezel C Breezy, hol' up

Flawgin' what you think, I be driving to the bank

And my queens niggas spent 200, 000 on the tank

So it's bulletproof when I roll through nigga

Everytime I come through nigga

I put a lion in the front and a camel in the back

Shit my party was a zoo nigga

You don't even have a clue nigga

You don't know no better

Tryna snatch my chain catch a whole full clip in your polo sweater

I'm a cold go go getter, that's your ho then go get her

Before she end up with some real niggas like us, she ain't bad, won't touch' her

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

I remember smoking dope and fucking hoes

Dodging d's and poppin' pistols on the corner sellin' o's

For the love of Birkin bitches sellin' souls

Now I wake up and I fuck my dream girl and tell her whoa

Know no better, bitch don't know no better

Runnin' round town with these lame ass niggas

She don't know no better, know no better

Nigga don't know no better

Runnin' round talkin like he gonna rob me

He don't know no better

Wake up in the morning and I'm looking at

Young nigga 5 million dollar house

Still on that hood shit fucked around misplaced a whole million dollars

Fired my accountant

Bitch want a bag what you gon do for it

Meek she gotta fuck me or fuck you for it

Ho fucking up the brand you don't know no better

Fuck a real nigga it don't get no better

No stones on the Rollie theres a new sky dweller

D.C. C.M.G. we're the new Rockafella

Two doors on the ghost with the stars in the ceiling

Pay attention gotta school these niggas

Fuck a lame nigga then you a lame bitch

Let me give you the game

niggas keep gold digging bitches

Cus they both looking for something they really the same

I can tell the money don't flow right

New

Bitch bad on the Gram and you liking erry pic

But she still sleeping on the floor right

Pound, These hoes be acting up

Pound These niggas be green as fuck

Pound These niggas talkin' bout robbin' us

But tell them pussies we choppered up

(I AM!)...