(Intro – Swizz Beatz)
It’s a Friday, I’m bout to go off
Got my chains on and I’m bout to show off
DJ Snake up in here about to go off
Now go off, now go off
Goddamn!

(Pre Chorus – Jeremih & Swizz Beatz)
Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress
On the run, ni**a, going for the checks
These ni**s don’t know the half, show time!
These ni**as don’t know the half, show time!
See the hoes, see the clothes, see the cash, goddamn!
Gettin’ high for the low, shit was bad
These ni**as don’t know the half, say what?
These ni**as don’t know the half, talk to em
Swear to God, these ni**as don’t know the half
Rewind now!

(Chorus – Jeremih)
These ni**as don’t know the half
Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress

(Verse 1 – Jeremih)
Kill em off like I got a mask on it
Guillotine a Benz, you don’t know the half of it
Whole squad winning, you got small money
Don’t need too many hands, I need all of it
You ain’t ever been around, call me 2Pac
Pull up in my old hood in a new drop
On that kush, on that kush, blow a cloud of it
I’m the man, I’m the man, yeah I’m proud of it
Blowing bands, got em jumping out the window
Shout out, shout out, pour some more and call it reload
Know I pull up, pull up on em like a free throw
Or go straight up, up the middle like I’m D. Rose
Treat your chick just like a whip and get another one
Wanna grab it, push it, smash and get another one
See my dogs on top, that’s the math of it
Multiply the money up, no that’s just half of it
Talk to em….Rewind now!

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Young Thug)
Smoke that kushy, smoke that kushy, baby
Meanwhile me and you stunting, that lil mushy, baby
I don’t want cook, I wanna book it, baby
I’ll knock that lil s**t out the park to let you know I’m not no rookie, baby
Oh, take a breath
These ni**as don’t know the half of the first steps
My day one ni**as, I don’t pick through, I don’t stutter step
That’s caking, ni**a, you not a pimp, you don’t know the steps
She showered and she dry it off, and then she lay it
That head done brought that dope back, like I’m in the 80s
I’ma pimp the parking lot, I’ma let you play it
You never posed to stop, but you can relay it
And I’m like wooh
You don’t know the half, you don’t know the mothaf**king truth
You don’t know how much stress I release when I’m on boots
It’s all a lot, you don’t know what come behind the groove
It’s a lot, but get with, lil ni**a, I do
Talk to em…Rewind now!

(Repeat Chorus)

(Outro – Young Thug)
See the hoes, see the clothes, see the cash
Getting high for the low, s**t was bad
These ni**as don’t know the half
These ni**as don’t know about it
These ni**as don’t know the half