I Know What I'm Doin'
Birdman & Lil' Wayne Feat. Rick Ross & T-Pain Lyrics

Yeah, (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check)
I have shoes that match perfectly with my outfit

Yeah, (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck)
I have fashionable and expensive jewelry around my neck

Yeah, (Take a picture) click, click
Requesting someone to take a picture for me

(Take a picture) click, click
Repeated request to take my picture

(Check me out!) Yeah, I know what I'm doin'
I am confident in myself and what I am doing

Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
I started with a small amount of drugs and now have a large quantity

Started on a corner, now a nigga 106
I began my business on a street corner and am now successful

Heroin ain't quiet, nah, you can't quiet mine
I am a drug dealer and my product speaks for itself

I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine
I have a large base of customers in the southern US that purchase my drugs

You know I gotta shine; you just 'bezzle yours
I need to stand out and show off my wealth, you just have yours

I fifty-carat mine; I'm fuckin' several whores
I have expensive and large jewelry and multiple sexual partners

When you hear the (brrrr), you know I got the sack
When you hear my phone ring, you know I have drugs to sell

'Cause when I hit the (brrrr), he always got the packs
When I make a phone call, I always receive the drugs I want to buy

M-I-Yayo, I'm gettin' cake, ho
I am making a lot of money selling drugs in Miami

If you don't love Cash Money, you can stay broke
If you are not a fan of my record label, you won't be successful

Fifty on the chain, twenty for the piece
I spent $50,000 on the necklace and $20,000 on the pendant

A grand for the bitch, the whip is not a lease
I paid $1,000 for the car and own it outright

You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard
I am showing off my expensive car, a Phantom, in my front yard

Put Ross on the front just to front hard
I am showing off my friend, Ross, to make myself look better

Cash Money money comin' on freight liners
My record label is making a lot of money

Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds
My record label's success allows me to purchase expensive jewelry

(Birdman) We got the swine wit' the suede on top
I have an expensive car with high-quality interior

The money keep a-comin', nigga; peep the drop tops
I am constantly making money and showing off my convertible cars

The white keep cookin', and the beige raw rock
I am successful in selling both cocaine and heroin

And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots
I make a lot of money selling large quantities of drugs

Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock
I carry a weapon because my drug business operates 24/7

Untangle few knots, but we still flood the blocks
I face some problems, but I still successfully sell drugs

Them niggaz poppin' shit, but they know we stay cocked
My rivals talk badly about me, but they know I am armed

And if they ever play wit' me, I'm gettin' another till dropped
If anyone tries to mess with me, I will retaliate and possibly even kill them

Two-fifty on the grill, spent the same on the watch
I spent $250,000 on the car's grill and the same amount on my watch

Them hos see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock
Women are attracted to us because of our success

I bought another island wit' them foreign head lights
I purchased another island with money made from drug sales

I scored a hundred birds, and they flew the same night
I successfully obtained and sold 100 kilograms of cocaine

Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright
The police are monitoring us, but we continue to show off our wealth

Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes
I have new motorcycles and keep their registration tags visible

Big Money Heavyweight, nigga, that's my life
I am living a life of extreme wealth from drug sales

Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike, nigga
We are famous in our neighborhood and have expensive cars and motorcycles

Started wit' some hubbers, twelve years old
I began selling drugs at the age of 12

Man, I swear to God I was twelve years old
I am not lying about my young age when starting drug sales

My mama didn't know, and Stunna ain't know 'bout it
My mother and Birdman were unaware of my drug sales

Till the day I got shot, they found some money in my pocket
I was caught when I was shot and had money from drug sales on me

Yeah, I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off
I know someone who can get you drugs

Them niggaz runnin' up the terminal, we takin' off
My associates and I are making a quick exit from an airport

They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog
Money can cause women to become disrespectful and ungrateful

And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard
I have multiple attractive women at my disposal

Nigga, I mack hard; bitch, I'm a bad boy
I excel at seducing women and consider myself a bad boy

Fuck a security guard, I turn 'em into track stars
I am capable of outrunning security guards while committing crimes

You know my name, baby, that's Weezy fuckin' baby
I am Lil Wayne, and I am powerful and important

And if that nigga hatin' on ya, then fuck him, baby
If someone is being rude to you, ignore them and move on

I tell 'em, fuck 'em, girl
I advise women to ignore negative comments and not let them affect them

Eighteen inch windows in my crib; you'll see the whole world
My house has large windows that show the entire view outside

Bitch, what you tryin' a do?
What are you trying to accomplish?

I haven't spent a check yet off Tha Carter Two
I have not yet used all of the money earned from my album Tha Carter II

I am that fuckin' dude, now who the fuck are you?
I am a successful and important person; who are you to question me?