Meek Mill - Wanna Know Lyrics

I just wanna know how n*ggas going to jail
Telling on n*ggas, coming back home and it still being cool
I just wanna know how a n*gga on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand followers
Ain’t got no money in real life, but still popping, I just wanna know
I wanna know, if a n*gga ain’t really putting it in, but acting like he putting it in
N*ggas still letting it fly like it’s cool, I really wanna know man
This sh*t getting different out here it’s getting spooky

(Verse 1: Meek Mill + Quentin Miller)
Now when that sh*t went down with Chris, you wrote a check
In New Orleans wore my chain to get respect (you a fraud)
So what that tell me? You a p*ssy and a fan
Say the wrong sh*t you know the shooters at your neck
I just wanna know, if you ain’t write that running through the six sh*t
Tell us who the f*ck was Quentin running through the six with?
Running through the six with my woes
Counting money you know how it goes
All the real live forever baby
And the fake get exposed
N*ggas writing for you cause you know you never did sh*t
When I threw that hook out, I was tryin' to catch a big fish
We the type of n*ggas to tie your mother up
F*ck your sister in the ass and hit your brother up, p*ssy
You really sweet, I call you buttercup
You f*cking dork you changed the style because you studied us
Coming with the same flow
Switching up your lingo
We just want a refund, this ain’t what we paid for
Every time that we come, we get what we came for
Spitting another n*ggas sh*t, but you claim you king though?

I just wanna know, I just wanna know
How these n*ggas acting like they trill but really fake
And people acting like it go
I just wanna know, I just wanna know
Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Hush or was it Detail where you really got your flow?
(Milli Vanilli ass n*gga)

(Verse 2)
Money make a fake ass n*gga look real again
Money make a sucker that told look trill again
Says a lot about all the people that's feeling him
But I'ma show you b*tch ass n*ggas we're real again
Heard that other n*gga talking we ain’t get back yet
Let’s keep it short, n*gga you ain’t get your chick back yet
And now she rocking with the chaser and now you missed that check
You went from Clear Port to buddy pass you miss that jet, hold up

(Interlude 1: Sample)
Cat, I got to take them off of here, that's right
I got to take them off of here, there’s only one
And that’s me, you understand?
'Fore all that fighting, you understand?
Sucka thinks he good
Sucka thinks he can whoop me
And I know he can’t whoop me and I
Hey boy, the n*gga whole style is chump, you understand?
When it comes to me you understand
Let me get mines first
Then after I get mine, y’all can do what you wanna do

(Verse 3)
You know you f*cked up right?
You shoulda just said nothing
Now you're going to have to give me a check to stop
All I hear is platinum that platinum this
Meanwhile I’m on the carpet with a platinum chick
I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip
N*ggas frauds I told the truth, don’t ask me sh*t
All this industry fake enemy and rap sh*t
It’s never really my style we got cash to get
I really started from nothing now it’s back to sh*t
Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that b*tch
Hold up, let that b*tch breathe

(Interlude 2: Diddy)
Yeah this is called poppin' sh*t
There’s no cut on it
There’s no cut on it
If your feelings get hurt
You feel like ohhh that’s an arrogant little...
No this is the truth and the truth hurts
Haven’t I paid my dues?
Haven't I went through the storm?
Didn’t I weather the storm?
N*ggas is gone and I'm here

You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater n*gga, we ain’t forget
Real n*ggas back in style this sh*t is lit
This that Ja Rule sh*t and 50 Cent

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