- I Don't Know – Lyrics

I Don't Know by

[Hook: Paloma Ford]

I don't know what these niggas speaking off

I don't know what these niggas tripping on

Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't

Boy if you do you must be suicidal

Don't say my name unless you suicidal

Don't get to close unless you suicidal

Dont touch my niggas I suggest you don't

Boy if you do you must be suicidal

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Money won't ease us

Man niggas even hated on Jesus

Living life on the road on the chase for the money cause the hoes won't please us

Yeezus told us there's blood on the leaves

Ain't no love in the streets

Let her run into me and she wanted to meet, now she fuck with a G

Got your bitch not wanting to speak

Hold up, y'all mahfuckers tried to shit on us

Chain all lit all up

Porsche with the horse like get on up

And my bitch got that shit on her

Rock Balmain cause I'm ballin'

I put red bottoms on red models, and no more red bottles

Straight Belarie nigga every bottles

Ricky Rozay we in here

Double M G we've been here

Straight from the north side right by the project how did I get here

Sippin' on lean with a bad ass bitch from the hills probably live there

And get money like me and the pussy so wet I need swimwear

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Suicide doors, riding around with a suicide whore

There's no love in the streets and this blood on my sneaks got suicide on them

Going everywhere you are not going

Doing everything you are not doing

And I've been out to get it and you mention my niggas that's suicide on them

Right back to the money my nigga no we don't play

Say my name and that's D.O.A

And all these chains is saying we okay

And we drink champagne and eat Frito Lays