What You Know-Dj Sense/T-Pain/K. Camp/Migos

She give me everything that I want Everything that I need And she do everything you don't know, yes indeed She made that booty bounce back What you, what you, what you know about that What you know, what you know What you, what you, what you know about that What you know, what you know What you, what you, what you know about that What you know, what you know What you, what you, what you know about that What you know, what you know What you, what you, what you know about that What you little niggas know about that Take you out the picture, yeah I can crop that She gon get to busting every time a n***a cock back You know we good together like Pain with a top hat Oh lord, hold up wait a second, let her get it Make her scream Camp when I hit it That girl bad, she gon go monkey on the dick Pussy heating up, no skillet Watch her go, go, go, go, go I love the way you make that clap, oh yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah And yes I know, know, know, know, know She gon do anything for me What she know bout the trap house? What you know bout it? What she know bout whipping chickens? She don't know nothing about it She know that I'm handsome and wealthy She know that I got proper etiquette She knowing that if she gon pop it She gon go shopping down in Beverly Make a movie in the photo room Every time we step out, it's a damn photo shoot Palm trees out in Malibu You can do whatever that you want to do She giving me everything No Einstein, she got the brain Don't f**k with no rachets, don't f**k with no rats You niggas is Pinky the brain Pop that P***y like it is a rubber band She know that I like it on hand stands They watching the Migos like on demand I can't be her man and she understand She know that I'm rich and I'll treat her like shit And I switcheroo the clique, I'm giving assists Speak with a lisp when she suck on the (huh?) Then I stroke from the back and it's hurting her I cannot lie, this B***h is a stallion From Barbados back up to Los Angeles Sipping margaritas, smoking on cannabis Need a wife, lil mama got character Immaculate, swagger sharper than a dagger She gonna keep looking, then I'm gon attack her She said that she really don't talk to no rappers I don't comprehend what you say, I'm a trapper! What you know about taking trips to meet the plug? Pick up the payola and bring it right back If I gave you the spatula [?] the kitchen Katrina, call FEMA, show you how to whip it Pull up in the Bentley, red Forgiato Poking out, looking like lipstick Lil mama an angel from heaven A present wrapped up, lil mama she gifted Wanna ride faster, just sit in that Bentley She want some diamonds, go shopping at Tiffany's Spikes on the Louboutin, made by Christian When I look at her I get an epiphany The way that she walk, the way the B***h talk I think she the baddest B***h a n***a saw Leaving from the party, head to the love Your B***h is down, how I catch her, [?]