Young Thug - f**in' Witcha lyrics

[Hook: Young Thug] I love my fans and I love my clan And we stay with bands So if you love your man say, say I'm f**in' witcha, even if you aren't Boy I'm f**in' witcha, yeah let's f** baby Cause you're up baby, you're so up baby You're stuck up baby And I ain't got money on the floor you can't step up on that a** I got one old school you might step up under that Yeah, I said yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Young Thug] And I'm ridin' down the street, I'm about to turn a ride in your ho I got zans mixed with syrup and (?) all on my clothes And if you never heard about me boy, ask your ho I'm listenin' to the (?), I mean Ca$h Out so touch your toes Ohhh, live life like a rock star baby Money don't (?) but I live with pop stars baby Your ho look scary like a cop car baby I'm so high if I had a gun I could pop stars baby What the f** you mean (?) baby girl you trip What the f** you mean I'm broke? You need a whip Come here let me see that a** ho [Bridge: Young Thug] I'm f**in' witcha, even if you aren't Boy I'm f** witcha, yeah Let's f** baby cause you're so up baby So up baby, you're stuck up baby And I ain't got money on the floor you can't step up on that a** I got one old school you might step up onto that, yeah I said yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Young Thug] Umm, Verse 2, I love you I trust you, I'd f** you all night, yeah I'll treat your body right yeah Buy ya black diamonds, no night Have you ever had your name on the seatbelt on your flight? Because that b**h belong to you Motherf** who think they king, baby girl I'm thronin' you (?) a** (?) for you And I ain't never, never had a girl like you I swear every girl can get some pearls for you I swear I just had to love the girl for you You're perfect, I might leave Thug's world for you [Hook] [Verse 3: Ca$h Out] Got goons on gold, not friendly b**h Pulled up and hated in a Bentley b**h And my whole crew buyin' out rent and sh** And I called the plug up, so you know that I sent for it Hundred bricks on the road the birds flock together Put some change on your head, call me "Money" Mayweather And n***a I can show you how to pick a feather Half a brick to a whole thing, we mix, put it back together And I got my Adidas on, but I got more stripes And what these n***as rappin' bout, hey man that's your life And I bet these n***as feel left cause I went so right And if I turned this four into a nine it'd be so right [Hook]