Merry Christmas, motherfuckers.
Cleopatra Records.
Uh.
They know who I be.
They know who I be.
They know who I be.
Act the feds, act the streets.
They know you and me.
Ask the girls, no, ask your girl.
They know who I be.
You see my jewels, you see my gear,
you see my tats, I'm VIP.
I'm in the place, you see my face.
No, I don't need ID.
I'm V .I .P. with a P .Y .T. on my D .I .C.
Pulled up a skirt,
not from Brooklyn,
but she said I'm B .I .G.
Pulled out a Coke, looked at it,
snorted it, like a P .I .G.
Too much cash, more bitch
Somebody call up T .I. please
Girls rub my back in my bucket hat
See my bracelet like, what the fuck is that?
Get it together, me, I'ma get it forever
You gon' get it forever, good,
we can glitter together, baby
They know who I be,
ask your girl, ask her friends
They know who I be,
stay green, all the plans
They know who I be,
penthouse exterior,
house hot on my balcony
They know who I be,
for years they been scouting me
Doubting me,
instead y should've been proud of me
I don't care your baby mom,
open up her mouth
I gave her a milk mustache,
got her a drop,
told her go kill that bus pass
Got her nails done, her stomach done,
T -Fix and a buff ass
That type, they get my dick hard,
real hard when I brush past, like
She know who I be, who I be,
got friends, bring home two or three
She say, they for you and me,
I mean, you and I, I'm like, do or die,
who am I to disagree?
They know who I be,
Kingpins and Medi -Co
They know who I be,
going hand -in -hand with
They know who I be, they know me,
yeah, yeah, they know me
Yeah, they know me, know me
Merry Christmas, motherfuckers