Joe Quinde - Who You Wit II lyrics

Uh-huh, yeah hah Never Sprung huh? Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all Never Sprung huh? Yeah, peep the repertoire Pa-Pause, feel me on this one Pa-Pause, feel this Never Sprung huh? Know my style [Verse 1] I love b**hes, thug b**hes, shy b**hes Rough b**hes, don't matter you my b**hes Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches Can't Knock Your Hustle for real, exotic b**hes 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, hah, 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 vege-tables in my presence, check it Reminiscin' to nothin' 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 3rd, it's on [Hook] Mo Dough to get, more shows to rip I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick More O's than you know exist, b**h who you wit [Vesrse 2] Can't scheme on em, Roc-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 Sexin' around the way girls down to miras I'm somethin every girl gotta have like Levi's Chiquita, mi amor, see I brawl You can love me or hate me, either or I'mma 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, ha-hah 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 wit *chorus* [Hook] [Verse 3] Here's somethin n***as gon find, not at all funny We takin all ya b**hes, takin all ya 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 gra** and your a** was a tee When I hit it with this club love you comin with me Grip you right up under your a**, put your back on the wall Kinda tipsy, seein triple, so I'm f**in y'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 bu*ter soft sh** with your shoes, I'mma step on the gas She laughed, put her a** back in the proper place She 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! f**a Jigga, nine-seven sh**, next millenia Recognize, realize, it's on Roc the block y'all Laugh It's on [Answering Machine] "Hi Jay-Z this is (beep). I just wanted to call and apologize For the things I was sayin to you. Y'know, that was kind of, y'know Ridiculous the things I was sayin and I just wanna thank you for Giving "Ta-Ta" the message for me. We could still be cool It was nice meeting you. Bye."