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Who You Wit Ii

Uh-huh, yeah hah

Never sprung huh?

Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all

Never sprung huh?

Yeah, peep the repertoire

Peoples, feel me on this one

Peoples, feel this

Never sprung huh? Know my style

I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches

Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches

Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches

Can't knock your hustle for real, exotic bitches

I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum French frames

With the French name in the same night

Pull you and your tight friend

Lift your little dress like light wind, then I slide right in

You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R

Sexin' in a Lexus car

Match wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'all

Is like vegetables in my presence, check it

Reminescin' to nuttin' you ever heard, Iceberg

Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs

Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred

Get money like I'm down South Wednesday the third, it's on

Dough to get, more shows to rip

I suggest you all roll with the click, who you with?

Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick

More O's than you know exist, bitch who you with?

I can't scheme on 'em, Rock-A-Fella got a team on 'em

Chicks dream on him trick cream on him

Lose it when dudes think it's just music

Lean on 'em flash green on 'em and diamond rings on 'em

Sex around the way girls down to Mida's

I'm somethin' every girl gotta have like Levi's

Chiquita, me got more, see I brawl

You can love me or hate me, either or

I'ma stay winnin', rock the custom drop Bentleys

Never eat at Denny's and party like Lil' Penny

Can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave

Just as quick, Indian give

Now what I look like? Givin' a chick half my trap

Like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I'm havin' that

You be the same chick when you leave me

The bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came with

Dough to get, more shows to rip

I suggest you all roll with the click, who you with

Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick

More O's than you know exist, bitch who you with

Here's somethin' niggaz gon' find, not at all funny

We takin' all you bitches, takin' all you money

Jay-Z rated A.G. baby that's all good

I sink this ball in your hole, I'm Tiger Woods

If the money was the grass and your ass was tee

When I hit it with this club love you comin' with me

Grip you right up under your ass, put your back on the wall

Kinda tipsy, seein' triple, so I'm fuckin' you all

You remind me of this dream I had the night before

I'm kinda hopin' the condom break to have a reason to go raw

I'm playin', hit the showers, hit the money spot

Where all the models play and big money is dropped

Drop the top, let her feel the moonlight it entranced her

She jumped all in my seat like some private dancer

I tell you somethin' new, if you don't hop down off that

Butter soft shit with your shoes, I'ma step on the gas

She laughed, put her ass back in the proper place

She said, "I played my cards right and look I got the ace"

I told her boom, slow down baby

You dealin' with a baller, who, hold ground crazy it's on

Dough to get, more shows to rip

I suggest you all roll with the click, who you with

Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick

More O's than you know exist, bitch who you with

Dough to get, more shows to rip

I suggest you all roll with the click, who you with

Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick

More O's than you know exist, bitch who you with

Dough to get, more shows to rip

I suggest you all roll with the click, who you with

Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick

More O's than you know exist, bitch who you with

Dough to get, more shows to rip

I suggest you all roll with the click, who you with

Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick

More O's than you know exist, bitch who you with

Fucker, Jigga

Nine-seven shit, next millenia

Recognize, realize, it's on

Rock the block y'all

Laughing, it's on

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