Who You Wit Songtext

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 braids 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 Sexier than a Lexus car Match wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'all is like veg-etables 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 3rd, it's on [Chorus:] 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, bitch who you wit 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 Sex around the way girls down to meet eyes I'm somethin every girl gotta have like Levi's Ya quita, me got more, see I ball You can love me or hate me, either or I'ma stay widdit, 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] You know the move's major, never minor cause when you a true player, they never find ya We takin trips abroad with chicks from afar Down in the grill in the Villa gettin hilla Never know em at the resort, readin to ride with us all Checkin out this new wine, inhalin the cork Million miles from the puddles the rainy days the tussles Reign in ways to hustle, so we won't get caught Had beef of all sort but I turned it around Chose my steps more wisely, I'm learnin the ground I was so gung-ho when I earned my first pound Now it's million dollar deals, straight turnin em down Roc-a-Fella make or break me, til death do us Won't be in your right mind, you ever step to us Been there, when I was in my tenth year, went there Then I realized that it didn't make sense there Backtrack, show me where the cash at, and plus frivilous beef, please, we lookin past that Y'all can gossip while we learnin the world Drop the hot shit never returnin your girl, it's on [Chorus (repeat 4X)] Beyatch! Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia Recognize, realize, it's on Roc the block, ahh Laughin, it's on