Wanna Know Lyrics - Meek Mill

I just wanna know how niggas going to jail 

Telling on niggas, coming back home and it still being cool 

Ain't got no money in real life, but still popping, I just wanna know 

I wanna know, if a nigga ain't really putting it in, but acting like he putting it in 

Niggas still letting it fly like it's cool, I really wanna know man 

This shit getting different out here it's getting spooky 

Now when that shit went down with Chris, you wrote a check 

In New Orleans wore my chain to get respect (you a fraud) 

So what that tell me? You a pussy and a fan 

Say the wrong shit you know the shooters at your neck 

I just wanna know, if you ain't write that running through the six shit 

Tell us who the fuck was Quentin running through the six with? 

(Running through the six with my woes 

Counting money you know how it goes 

All the real live forever baby 

And the fake get exposed) 

Niggas writing for you cause you know you never did shit 

When I threw that out, I was tryin' to catch a big fish 

We the type of niggas to tie your mother up 

Fuck your sister in the ass and hit your brother up, pussy 

You really sweet, I call you buttercup 

You fucking dork you changed the style because you studied us 

Coming with the same flow 

Switching up your lingo 

We just want a refund, this ain't what we paid for 

Every time that we come, we get what we came for 

Spitting another niggas shit, but you claim you king though? 

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I just wanna know, I just wanna know 

How these niggas acting like they true but really faking 

People acting like it go 

I just wanna know, I just wanna know 

Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Hush or was it Detail where you really got your flow? 

(Milli Vanilli that nigga) 

Money make a fake ass nigga look real again 

Money make a sucker that told look trill again 

Says a lot about all the people that's feeling him 

But I'ma show you bitch ass niggas we're real again 

Heard that other nigga talking we ain't get back yet 

Let's keep it short, nigga you ain't get your chick back yet 

And now she rocking with the chaser and now you missed that check 

You went from Clear Port to buddy pass you miss that jet, hold up 

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Cat, I got to take them off of here, that's right 

I got to take them off of here, there's only one 

And that's me, you understand? 

'Fore all that fighting, you understand? 

Sucka thinks he good 

Sucka thinks he can whoop me 

And I know he can't whoop me and I 

Hey boy, the nigga whole style is chump, you understand? 

When it comes to me you understand 

Let me get mines first 

Then after I get mine, y'all can do what you wanna do 

You know you fucked up right? 

You shoulda just said nothing 

Now you're going to have to give me a check to stop 

All I hear is platinum that platinum this 

Meanwhile I'm on the cover with a platinum chick 

I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip 

Niggas frauds I told the truth, don't ask me shit 

All this industry fake enemy and rap shit 

It's never really my style we got cash to get 

I really started from nothing now it's back to shit 

Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bitch 

Hold up, let that bitch breathe 

Yeah this is called poppin' shit 

There's no cut on it 

There's no cut on it 

If your feelings get hurt 

You feel like ohhh that's an arrogant little... 

No this is the truth and the truth hurts 

Haven't I paid my dues? 

Haven't I went through the storm? 

Didn't I weather the storm? 

Niggas is gone and I'm here 

You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater nigga, we ain't forget 

Real niggas back in style this shit is lit 

This that Ja Rule shit and 50 cent