We All Know FYB (Ft. DC DaVinci, DeeQuincyGates, Issa & Jacquees)

[Intro: Jacquees]
I rather die rich, why die broke?
Said, I rather die rich, why die broke?

[Chorus: Jacquees]
Body like a glass
She shaped just like a bottle
He ain't no baller
'Cause he got a bottle
Meet me outside
There's somethin' I'm trying to call you
Put you in the finest Gucci, Louis, Prada
Standing in the club
She's looking like a model
He ain't no baller
'Cause he got a bottle
Meet me outside
There's somethin' I'm trying to call you
Put you in the finest Gucci, Louis, Prada

[Verse 1: Jacquees]
We all know a brokе nigga
Can buy your bottle
For your girl I'll cut off bitches like a barbеr
We all know you flexing up witcho partner gwalla
Know you been thinking about fuckin a real baller
Run it up today
Run that shit up tomorrow
Everyday I'm blessed
With more money more problems
Imma make the rules
Baby you got to follow
Put you in designer Gucci, Louis, Prada
Ex still calling
Ain't tryna resolve it
New bitch think
I'm fuckin with whatcha call it
We can take shots but ain't an alcoholic
I been kicking all this pimping but for you I gotta listen