Yeah
They try to send for me
Envy and jealousy is everything I wish upon my enemies
All that for them, right back at them
What my mind keeps tellin' me
Mind keeps tellin' me
I hear everything, I don't ask if it's all there 'cause it better be
Trust me it better be, no long talkin' or settling
Jizzle never won no wrestling
But he's on a big bell metal ting
Streets unruly
More life for my brother's tryna better tings, 'cause
'Cause all my man are runnin' to the money
All be runnin' like ah, ah, ah, ah
And all my man are runnin' from them hoes
On the roads like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know
But now I'm seein' dough, these catties they be callin' off my phone
All these man dem, they applaud me on the road
I put corn in for my bro
Man, they keep on talkin' on a low
Man, they keep on talkin' on a low, but all my man are bros
And all my man, all my man are bros
My mandem have your mandem on the ropes
I'll have mandem on your road
Mandem in a batch or on they own
With a bat or with a pole
I got mandem that will slap a man with both
Nike jacket on my back I'm lookin' cold
It's funny how these catties wanna know, but
All my man are runnin' to the money
All be runnin' like ah, ah, ah, ah
And all my man are runnin' from them hoes
On the roads like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know
But now I'm seein' dough, these catties they be callin' off my phone
All these man dem, they applaud me on the road
Free smoke
Anybody want it they can get it, no joke
Call up Landlord, nigga, that's bro
I only link with the real ones, Lord knows
On fo', I love to see a fake nigga go broke
I don't run to Twitter with the things I know
I fall back just to see how it unfolds
Yeah, like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Like whoa, years ago they didn't wanna know
But now I'm seein' dough
Catties they be callin' off my phone
Tryna get tickets to a show
Yeah, I got U.K. tings on the WhatsApp now
Like +44 on the code
Yeah, like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Like whoa
A month ago you didn't wanna know
But now I'm seein' dough, these catties they be callin' off my phone
All these mandem they applaud me on the road
I put corn in for my bro
Man, they keep on talkin' on a low
Man, they keep on talkin on a low, low, low
Wanna Know Video (MV)
Performed By: Drake
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Written by: David Orobosa Omoregie, Fraser Lance Thorneycroft Smith, Tyrell Demetrius Paul
Drake - Wanna Know Lyrics
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Yeah
They try to send for me
Envy and jealousy is everything I wish upon my enemies
All that for them, right back at them
What my mind keeps tellin' me
Mind keeps tellin' me
I hear everything, I don't ask if it's all there 'cause it better be
Trust me it better be, no long talkin' or settling
Jizzle never won no wrestling
But he's on a big bell metal ting
Streets unruly
More life for my brother's tryna better tings, 'cause
'Cause all my man are runnin' to the money
All be runnin' like ah, ah, ah, ah
And all my man are runnin' from them hoes
On the roads like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know
But now I'm seein' dough, these catties they be callin' off my phone
All these man dem, they applaud me on the road
I put corn in for my bro
Man, they keep on talkin' on a low
Man, they keep on talkin' on a low, but all my man are bros
And all my man, all my man are bros
My mandem have your mandem on the ropes
I'll have mandem on your road
Mandem in a batch or on they own
With a bat or with a pole
I got mandem that will slap a man with both
Nike jacket on my back I'm lookin' cold
It's funny how these catties wanna know, but
All my man are runnin' to the money
All be runnin' like ah, ah, ah, ah
And all my man are runnin' from them hoes
On the roads like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know
But now I'm seein' dough, these catties they be callin' off my phone
All these man dem, they applaud me on the road
Free smoke
Anybody want it they can get it, no joke
Call up Landlord, nigga, that's bro
I only link with the real ones, Lord knows
On fo', I love to see a fake nigga go broke
I don't run to Twitter with the things I know
I fall back just to see how it unfolds
Yeah, like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Like whoa, years ago they didn't wanna know
But now I'm seein' dough
Catties they be callin' off my phone
Tryna get tickets to a show
Yeah, I got U.K. tings on the WhatsApp now
Like +44 on the code
Yeah, like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Like whoa
A month ago you didn't wanna know
But now I'm seein' dough, these catties they be callin' off my phone
All these mandem they applaud me on the road
I put corn in for my bro
Man, they keep on talkin' on a low
Man, they keep on talkin on a low, low, low
They try to send for me
Envy and jealousy is everything I wish upon my enemies
All that for them, right back at them
What my mind keeps tellin' me
Mind keeps tellin' me
I hear everything, I don't ask if it's all there 'cause it better be
Trust me it better be, no long talkin' or settling
Jizzle never won no wrestling
But he's on a big bell metal ting
Streets unruly
More life for my brother's tryna better tings, 'cause
'Cause all my man are runnin' to the money
All be runnin' like ah, ah, ah, ah
And all my man are runnin' from them hoes
On the roads like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know
But now I'm seein' dough, these catties they be callin' off my phone
All these man dem, they applaud me on the road
I put corn in for my bro
Man, they keep on talkin' on a low
Man, they keep on talkin' on a low, but all my man are bros
And all my man, all my man are bros
My mandem have your mandem on the ropes
I'll have mandem on your road
Mandem in a batch or on they own
With a bat or with a pole
I got mandem that will slap a man with both
Nike jacket on my back I'm lookin' cold
It's funny how these catties wanna know, but
All my man are runnin' to the money
All be runnin' like ah, ah, ah, ah
And all my man are runnin' from them hoes
On the roads like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know
But now I'm seein' dough, these catties they be callin' off my phone
All these man dem, they applaud me on the road
Free smoke
Anybody want it they can get it, no joke
Call up Landlord, nigga, that's bro
I only link with the real ones, Lord knows
On fo', I love to see a fake nigga go broke
I don't run to Twitter with the things I know
I fall back just to see how it unfolds
Yeah, like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Like whoa, years ago they didn't wanna know
But now I'm seein' dough
Catties they be callin' off my phone
Tryna get tickets to a show
Yeah, I got U.K. tings on the WhatsApp now
Like +44 on the code
Yeah, like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Like whoa
A month ago you didn't wanna know
But now I'm seein' dough, these catties they be callin' off my phone
All these mandem they applaud me on the road
I put corn in for my bro
Man, they keep on talkin' on a low
Man, they keep on talkin on a low, low, low
Writer: David Orobosa Omoregie, Fraser Lance Thorneycroft Smith, Tyrell Demetrius Paul
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.