Rocko

U.O.E.N.O

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U.O.E.N.O it
Po high class niggas; this shit sound crazy
Fly shit only, you know what I’m sayin’?
This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don't even know it
This a thousand dollar cup of lean and you don't even know it
This a half a million dollar car, you don't even know it
I came up from bottom, you don't even know it
My niggas all ride with me on, you don't even know it
Got killers with me right now, you don't even know it
This a million dollar watch nigga, you don't even know it
Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don't even know it

Ay that monster truck, sit tall as fuck, it’s so big can’t even tow it
Don't like snakes keep my grass cut, so low can't even mow it (nah)
Sip dom perri', little high glow, no no we don’t do moet (nah)
If it ain't p.j., no rose from me hostess don’t even pour it
Specks on tom ford, button-down michael kors
Always on like the refrigerator, I’m plugged in, ho, you know it
A.p., and that piguet with the breitling when I’m bored
Got a masterpiece and a 41-millimeter, and you ain’t even know it
Keep the.45 in my pocket: Ain’t gon' show it 'til I have to pop it
Then you gone know it, damn who shot you, they don’t even know it
Hawks game fuckin' floor it, tv seat front row it
Rocko da don ceo it, ain’t gotta rap and you know it

This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don't even know it
This a thousand dollar cup of lean and you don't even know it
This a half a million dollar car, you don't even know it
I came up from bottom, you don't even know it
My niggas all ride with me on, you don't even know it
Got killers with me right now, you don't even know it
This a million dollar watch nigga, you don't even know it
Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don't even know it

We've got a lot of marijuana
If you see me you got a problem
Run up on me like you want it, guaranteed we're gonna solve it
They'll be thinkin' someone shot him
Hit him with a bottle, I'mma let a nigga have it - started from the bottom
Now my diamonds looking autumn and
Police don't even caught him; it's a milli if you call him, presidential rollie
It's a ticket if you want it and I'll show
You lil' niggas you can get it if you want it (whooo~!)
U-o, e-n, o (o)

That good weed you don't even blow (blow)
See I drank so much bombay in here tonight, can't even drive (drive)
And that head feel so good to me that I can't even lie
See me all up on the curb, you think I'm drunk
When I'm swerving; see you ask how
Much it cost, you niggas got a lot of nerve
So much money all the motherfuckin' bottles up in here I got nervous
Audemar, car service - phantom rolls Royce curtains
Roll one more and that's curtains, young Khalifa
That's curtains; in taylor gang we worship

This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don't even know it
This a thousand dollar cup of lean and you don't even know it
This a half a million dollar car, you don't even know it
I came up from bottom, you don't even know it
My niggas all ride with me on, you don't even know it
Got killers with me right now, you don't even know it
This a million dollar watch nigga, you don't even know it
Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don't even know it

I’m turned up every day, you don’t even know it
Got your bitch with me right now, you don’t even know it
We turn up in the club, you don’t even know it
Got a hundred bottles comin', you don’t even know it
We came up from nothin', you don’t even know it
Drive a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it
This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don't even know it
Got a bitch that speak no english, she don't even know it

This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don't even know it
This a thousand dollar cup of lean and you don't even know it
This a half a million dollar car, you don't even know it
I came up from bottom, you don't even know it
My niggas all ride with me on, you don't even know it
Got killers with me right now, you don't even know it
This a million dollar watch nigga, you don't even know it
Got a million dollar crib nigga, you don't even know it


Writer/s: ,Rick Ross, Future