Artist: 2 Chainz f/ Cap-1, Ty Dolla $ign
Album:  Freebase
Song:   They Know
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

{"Young Chop on the beat!"}

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Hahaha... uhh, and it like
Paid $100 for some head, nigga - say you ain't did it!
I know where a lick is for a mil, nigga - say you ain't with it!
Now if we hit this lick, nigga, and you don't want to split it!
Then it's (BOW! BOW! BOW!) to your motherfuckin' fitted!
Now - I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I pull up in that truck, pull up in that truck
I run that bitch over, call it Trukfit
And yeah I'm on my own, I’m screamin' "Fuck it!"

[2 Chainz]
Fuck it, I'm whippin' it crazy, I'm ridin' the foreign, I'm doin' 180
My chain so heavy, my brain so deadly, type of nigga buy the watch and change the bezzy
They ain't never seen me comin' like this, smokin' on that gasoline in the VIP
They need ding-a-ling for the trampoline cause all these bitches want to do is jump on the dick
I hop over fence, I'm offended by co-defendants, drink codeine for mornin' sickness
Your dad was a motherfuckin' snitch so nigga, you were born a witness
Allstate, accident forgiveness; say my name by accident
We actin' ignorant, doin' a drive-by while you playin' different
This that +Me Time+ at the finest, you won't beat me or see me whinin'
I am gangsta like the Raiders cap with a Jheri curl on the side
I like thighs and breasts, I hide from stress, I don't even know where my phone at
Crib so motherfuckin big, I don't even know where my room at!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Whip so fast they say "There he go"
B-bitch so bad, man, I think she know
Turned a hunnid to a mil', man I think they know
J-j-juugin' on the low, man, I think they know
I think they know (I know they know) I think they know (I think they know)
I think they know, yeah yeah, I think they know
I think they know (I think they know) I think they know (I think they know)
I think they know, yeah yeah, I think they know

[Cap-1]
Yeah, they know, they know - HAH! Look

I think they know it, if they don't then fuck it I show it
Blow it like you owe it, ordered a case of Moet, all them get to goin' back to back in foreigns (vroom!)
All black like I'm wanted, got your bitch zonin', send her back in the mornin'
That money comin', trying to stack it enormous, you niggas pussy, fuckin' rat on your homies (whoa!)
I think they know it, they know it, they know it (they know it)
I got a plane that's sittin round the corner, I got some bitches here from California (ooh!)
Got on my chains, I'm lookin like a dope boy, these niggas don’t want it, I put that on Yana
My chain into 100, my belt Ferragamo, go to LA, meet the plug at Katanas (yeah)
And I'm still the king of my city and they know it (and what?)
And I paint pictures with these words, I'm a poet (I'm a poet)
And I drop the top on my whip, and we soarin'
The bigger the check then I'm in it, if niggas ain't with it then they get extorted
And I'm gone

[Chorus]