Knockoff by MoneyatMidnight Lyrics
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
You know that ain't a real bag bitch, that's a knockoff!!
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce!!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front, stuntin'!
Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that hoe, I turn her ass into a frisbee!
If I don't like your disc, I turn that hoe into a frisbee!
I throw it out on Old Nat right by the Wendy’s!
[Verse 1: MoneyatMidnight]
I'm livin', nigga, and I'm gettin' it, I'm jumpin' straight in
Head first, goin' all in
Bitch you know you is a knockoff!
Bitch, you know you wanna get your rocks off!
Nigga, you know you wanna get your rocks off too
But you can't get no money, ooh, ooh
'Cause your ass got her "ja-fakin'" on
Be bumpin' in the grease in some bacon holmes
You know to put your ass in the skillet
You know your ass really ain't with it
You know. hit you with the frying pan
Gone see stars, Tweety Bird, awe damn...,
Know you fake ass, knockoff-havin' ass...,
Need to get somewhere and put your ass back in the trash
Bitch!
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
You know that ain't a real bag bitch, that's a knockoff!!
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce!!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front, stuntin'!
Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that hoe, I turn her ass into a frisbee!
If I don't like your disc, I turn that hoe into a frisbee!
I throw it out on Old Nat right by the Wendy’s!
[Verse 2: MoneyatMidnight]
I had to come back for a second time
'Cause nigga you thought you was stuck on my mind
Like aww damn, nigga, call Uncle Sam
Collectin' yo' taxes...,
And that sad ass, whack ass
Knockoff-havin' ass thing you got goin' on, awe naww
I can't fuck with that, I can't be stuck with that
I can't be in the trap with that, 'cause
You ain't gettin no money, you ain't countin' no hundreds
Knockoff..., wanna get your rocks off, but you know you can't
Gotta take your ass back to the bank!
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
You know that ain't a real bag bitch, that's a knockoff!!
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce!!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front, stuntin'!
Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that hoe, I turn her ass into a frisbee!
If I don't like your disc, I turn that hoe into a frisbee!
I throw it out on Old Nat right by the Wendy’s!
[Outro: 2 Chainz]
You know that ain't a real bag bitch, that's a knockoff!!
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce!!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front...
You know that ain't a real bag bitch, that's a knockoff!!
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce!!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front, stuntin'!
Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that hoe, I turn her ass into a frisbee!
If I don't like your disc, I turn that hoe into a frisbee!
I throw it out on Old Nat right by the Wendy’s!
[Verse 1: MoneyatMidnight]
I'm livin', nigga, and I'm gettin' it, I'm jumpin' straight in
Head first, goin' all in
Bitch you know you is a knockoff!
Bitch, you know you wanna get your rocks off!
Nigga, you know you wanna get your rocks off too
But you can't get no money, ooh, ooh
'Cause your ass got her "ja-fakin'" on
Be bumpin' in the grease in some bacon holmes
You know to put your ass in the skillet
You know your ass really ain't with it
You know. hit you with the frying pan
Gone see stars, Tweety Bird, awe damn...,
Know you fake ass, knockoff-havin' ass...,
Need to get somewhere and put your ass back in the trash
Bitch!
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
You know that ain't a real bag bitch, that's a knockoff!!
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce!!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front, stuntin'!
Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that hoe, I turn her ass into a frisbee!
If I don't like your disc, I turn that hoe into a frisbee!
I throw it out on Old Nat right by the Wendy’s!
[Verse 2: MoneyatMidnight]
I had to come back for a second time
'Cause nigga you thought you was stuck on my mind
Like aww damn, nigga, call Uncle Sam
Collectin' yo' taxes...,
And that sad ass, whack ass
Knockoff-havin' ass thing you got goin' on, awe naww
I can't fuck with that, I can't be stuck with that
I can't be in the trap with that, 'cause
You ain't gettin no money, you ain't countin' no hundreds
Knockoff..., wanna get your rocks off, but you know you can't
Gotta take your ass back to the bank!
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
You know that ain't a real bag bitch, that's a knockoff!!
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce!!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front, stuntin'!
Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that hoe, I turn her ass into a frisbee!
If I don't like your disc, I turn that hoe into a frisbee!
I throw it out on Old Nat right by the Wendy’s!
[Outro: 2 Chainz]
You know that ain't a real bag bitch, that's a knockoff!!
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce!!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front...