Dam I Used to Know That

[Chorus] 
Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed. 
We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clubs. 
Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed. 
We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clubs. 

[Mac Dre] 
I play laugh and smile, but I know life aint no joke. 
You could be filthy rich one day. 
And the next morning end up broke. 
Im glad I learned my lesson, way back in 87. 
I was wide around the mouth, by them burritos, 7-11. 
Boy I used to think it was all about jewelry, cars and fits. 
Till an O-G told me, young nigga get yo grits. 
Now I get grits and sums that are lum. 
Heart like Roy Jones, mind like Donald Trump. 
Cash R,-U-L-B-S. 
Everything around me is a. B.S. 
So hustle, I must deal with he-o. 
He gonna pay a nigga like real cause he know. 
You dont play me or my scrill. 
Boy Im hella cool but dont make me kill. 
Just sake up this pimpin tip. 
And listen to me when I say, Get yo grits. 

[Chorus] 
Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed. 
We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clubs. 
Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed. 
We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clubs. 

[Mac Dre] 
I steady fen for green and Im clocking it fast. 
Cause like has no meaning when yo pockets is flat, Boy. 
Gotta have that cheese on this came Im scrabblin. 
Quit getting spittin mittens Hamilton Hamiltons Uh. 
Cheese chase and replace in them hate yo wigs who make no cheese. 
No time to be waistin my conversations making Gs. 
Savage about it not without out it, let me hear you shout it. 
My cabbage sprouted, jackers scout it, boy I dont doubt it. 
Niggaz is hungry homey, lonely, without they grits. 
Bitches be phony, on me for chips, aint that a bitch? 
But I dont brake, and I dont fake, gotta keep it real. 
And they gone hate, cause Im gone make, a mothafuckin meal. 

[Chorus] 
Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed. 
We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clubs. 
Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed. 
We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clubs. 

[Mac Dre] 
Money makes this world spin. 
Not yo man or girlfriend. 
I keep my mind on that dollar. 
Turnin down nothin but my collar. 
Gotta take care of me and my seed. 
Buy what I want, not what I need. 
Nigga want somethin substantial made, I dont want no damn financial aid. 
Getting them checks from the G.O.V. 
You better s-u-d-l-e. 
Cause day in, day out, 
Big skrils what its all about. 
Boy I live my bankroll. 
Dont feel cool if it aint too old. 
Gotta get cabbage, gotta get chips. 
Gotta be a savage and get my grits. 
Ready for funk nigga, who want drama? 
Collecting mail just like 2Pac momma. 
Cress sider, romp rider, might of robed yo bitch. 
Gotta get my cabbage, bitchches, gravy and grits. 

[Chorus] 
Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed. 
We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clubs. 
Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed. 
We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clubs. 

[Mac Dre talking] 
Yeah, yall aint feeling a nigga though. 
Im in here hungrier then a mothafucka. 
Aint got a dime in Mexican money. 
But I bet ya after this shit drop Imma be real fat boy. 
You know what Im saying. 
Im hungrier then a short mouth wolf rite now. 
Imma get it. 
And that big head mothafucka, who owe that 100-dollar bill. 
Im coming after ya baby. 
Yeah. Ya better keep runnin. 
Noah, that aint no runnin, Imma catch yo ass. 
Gonna have a million of yall mothafuckas. 
Right there, sittin up on the wander, in Wells Fargo Bank. 
Real large baby, and it dont stop. 
Young Clef up in this bitch. 
Fresh out. Clef full of that top Ramn. 
Punno rinnin through his vanes. 
Yeah, he hold me too. 
And you know we gonna get it 
YOU KNOW WE GONNA GET IT! 

[Chorus] 
Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed. 
We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clubs. 
Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed. 
We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clubs.