Found the lyrics
[Intro]
I just wanna know how nikkas going to jail
Telling on nikkas, coming back home and it still being cool
I just wanna know how a nikka on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand followers
Ain’t got no money in real life, but still popping, I just wanna know
I wanna know, if a nikka ain’t really putting it in, but acting like he putting it in
nikkas still letting it fly like it’s cool, I really wanna know man
This shyt getting different out here it’s getting spooky
[Verse 1: Meek Mill + Quentin Miller]
Now when that shyt 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 p*ssy and a fan
Say the wrong shyt you know the shooters at your neck
I just wanna know, if you ain’t write that running through the six shyt
Tell us who the fukk 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
nikkas writing for you cause you know you never did shyt
When I threw that hook out, I was tryin' to catch a big fish
We the type of nikkas to tie your mother up
fukk your sister in the ass and hit your brother up, p*ssy
You really sweet, I call you buttercup
You fukking 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 nikkas shyt, but you claim you king though?
[Hook]
I just wanna know, I just wanna know
How these nikkas acting like they trill but really fake
And 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 ass nikka)
[Verse 2]
Money make a fake ass nikka 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 bytch ass nikkas we're real again
Heard that other nikka talking we ain’t get back yet
Let’s keep it short, nikka 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
[Interlude 1: Sample]
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 nikka 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
[Verse 3]
You know you fukked 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 carpet with a platinum chick
I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip
nikkas frauds I told the truth, don’t ask me shyt
All this industry fake enemy and rap shyt
It’s never really my style we got cash to get
I really started from nothing now it’s back to shyt
Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bytch
Hold up, let that bytch breathe
[Interlude 2: Diddy]
Yeah this is called poppin' shyt
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?
nikkas is gone and I'm here
[Outro]
You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater nikka, we ain’t forget
Real nikkas back in style this shyt is lit
This that Ja Rule shyt and 50 Cent