Jay-Z - Who You Wit Ii 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 frenchFrames 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-rSexin in a lexus carMatch wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'allIs like vege-tables 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 mida'sI'm somethin every girl gotta have like levi'sChiquita, me got more, see i brawlYou can love me or hate me, either orI'ma stay winnin, 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**chorus*Here's somethin niggaz gon find, not at all funnyWe takin all ya *****es, takin all ya moneyJay-z rated a.g. baby that's all goodI sink this ball in your hole, i'm tiger woodsIf the money was the grass and your ass was teeWhen i hit it with this club love you comin with meGrip you right up under your ass, put your back on the wallKinda tipsy, seein triple, so i'm *****in ya allYou remind me of this dream i had the night beforeI'm kinda hopin the condom break to have a reason to go rawI'm playin, hit the showers, hit the money spotWhere all the models play and big money is droppedDrop the top, let her feel the moonlight it entranced herShe jumped all in my seat like some private dancerI tell you somethin new, if you don't hop down off thatButter soft shit with your shoes, i'ma step on the gasShe laughed, put her ass back in the proper placeShe said, 'i played my cards right and look i got the ace'I told her *beatboxes* 'slow down baby'You dealin with a baller, who, hold ground crazy it's on*chorus* (repeat 4x)Beyatch! *****aJigga, nine-seven shit, next milleniaRecognize, realize, it's onRoc the block y'allLaughIt's on
