Jay-Z - Who You Wit Lyrics
Uh-huh, yeah hahNever sprung huh?Jigga, roc-a-fella y'allNever sprung huh?Yeah, peep the repertoirePeoples, feel me on this onePeoples, feel thisNever sprung huh? know my styleI love *****es, thug *****es, shy *****esRough *****es, don't matter you my *****esGold diggers witcha eyes on my richesCan't knock your hustle for real, exotic *****esI'm game tight, see it all through the platinum frenchBraids with the french name in the same nightPull you and your tight friendLift your little dress like light wind, hah, then i slide right inYou know the whole repertoire, u.s. to the u-s-s-rSexier than a lexus carMatch wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'allIs like veg-etables in my presence, check itReminescin to nuttin you ever heard, icebergSlim baby ride rims through the suburbsFunds come in lump sums never ends deferredGet money like i'm down south wednesday the 3rd, it's on*chorus*Dough to get, more shows to ripI suggest you all roll with the click, who you witFrozen wrists and it's flows that's sickMore o's than you know exist, ***** who you witCan't scheme on em, roc-a-fella got a team on emChicks dream on him trick cream on himLose it when dudes think it's just musicLean on em flash green on em and diamond rings on emSex around the way girls down to meet eyesI'm somethin every girl gotta have like levi'sYa quita, me got more, see i ballYou can love me or hate me, either orI'ma stay widdit, rock the custom drop bentleysNever eat at denny's and party like lil pennyCan he live? trick or main chick but if she leaveJust as quick, indian give, ha-hahNow what i look like? givin a chick half my trapLike she wrote half my raps, yeah, i'm havin thatYou be the same chick when you leave meThe bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit*chorus*You know the move's major, never minorCause when you a true player, they never find yaWe takin trips abroad with chicks from afarDown in the grill in the villa gettin hillaNever know em at the resort, readin to ride with us allCheckin out this new wine, inhalin the corkMillion miles from the puddles the rainy days the tusslesReign in ways to hustle, so we won't get caughtHad beef of all sort but i turned it aroundChose my steps more wisely, i'm learnin the groundI was so gung-ho when i earned my first poundNow it's million dollar deals, straight turnin em downRoc-a-fella make or break me, til death do usWon't be in your right mind, you ever step to usBeen there, when i was in my tenth year, went thereThen i realized that it didn't make sense thereBacktrack, show me where the cash at, and plusFrivilous beef, please, we lookin past thatY'all can gossip while we learnin the worldDrop the hot shit never returnin your girl, it's on*chorus* (repeat 4x)Beyatch!Jigga, nine-seven shit, next milleniaRecognize, realize, it's onRoc the block, ahhLaughin, it's on
