Who You Wit Ii Lyrics by Jay-Z

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
    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, 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
    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 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, 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*

    *chorus*

    Here's somethin niggaz gon find, not at all funny
    We takin all ya bitches, 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 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 ya 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 *beatboxes* 'slow down baby'
    You dealin with a baller, who, hold ground crazy it's on

    *chorus* (repeat 4x)

    Beyatch! fucka
    Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia
    Recognize, realize, it's on
    Roc the block y'all
    Laugh
    It's on

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