Lord Knows - Ty Dolla $ign, Dom Kennedy, Rick Ross

Last week I fucked 5 bitches, don’t remember one name

She wanna know more, I want one thing

Had her drinking and smoking on the tour bus

Last year I remember they ignored us

She used to fuck with A$AP

Too $hort said he know the bitch from way back

These groupie hoes ain’t got no morals

Where that pussy goes only lord knows

Only lord knows, lord knows

How’d I make it out of nothing, only lord knows

Why these niggas stay fronting, only lord knows

Oooh lord knows, lord knows

Is you really who you say only lord knows

Why they so fake, only lord knows

Giving hoes game, real shit they gon' remember

I tried to see the Mustang, it don’t drop 'til December

And that’s what they told me, pussy don’t control me

Money don’t define me, it help these hoes find me

I wonder if she wanna smoke and sit in the jacuzzi

And can I trust you to make my orange & carrot smoothie

And would you get mad if I looked at a girl booty?

(Uh)

I just wanna know, I just wanna know (look)

Get the rag top, hit the drug spot, buy a sack

Then hit the club, who was that?

Where you find her at?

Bad little motherfucker, met her up at Starbucks

Or maybe that was Coffee Bean, shit, I was starstruck

I really don’t remember

Only lord knows, lord knows

How’d I make it out of nothing, only lord knows

Why these niggas stay fronting, only lord knows

Oooh lord knows, lord knows

Is you really who you say only lord knows

Why they so fake, only lord knows

Shawty asked you my name, baby, I’m the Boss

Shawty gave me that pussy, she mad I told my dogs

Never question my people, you see, they roll with me

Don’t matter paper no swisher, my niggas smoke with me

Crack house flow, I got a mean buzz

Mai tai’s looking how we dress our rings up

Ain’t no love for no nigga that’s going uphill

What’s real?

Ghostwrite another book deal (book deal)

Text, call hoes, Facebook up in the city

Nicky Barnes taking selfies, why you standing wit' 'em?

Whole squad getting checks, you’ll never know that feeling

All my niggas tatted on me — worth a hundred million

Never tit for tat, I’d rather send the tank

You on breaking news, when I break the bank

When I break the bank, when I break the bank

When I break the bank, when I break the bank

Only lord knows, lord knows

How’d I make it out of nothing, only lord knows

Why these niggas stay fronting, only lord knows

Oooh lord knows, lord knows

Is you really who you say only lord knows

Why they so fake, only lord knows