Who You Wit II (Album Version (Edited))

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 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, it's a'ight 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, US 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 third, it's on 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, 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 Sexin' around the way girls down to miras I'm something every girl gotta have like Levi's Chiquita, mi amor, see how raw You can love me or hate me, either or I'mma stay winning, 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 Giving a chick half my trap Like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I'm having that You be the same chick when you leave me The bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit 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, bitch who you wit Here's something niggas gon' find, not at all funny We taking all ya bitches, taking all ya money Jay Z rated AG 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 a tee When I hit it with this club love you coming with me Grip you right up under your ass, put your back on the wall Kinda tipsy, seeing triple, so I'm fucking y'all You remind me of this dream I had the night before I'm kinda hoping the condom break to have a reason to go raw I'm playing, 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 something new, if you don't hop down off that Butter soft shit with your shoes, I'mma 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 dealing with a baller, who, hold ground crazy it's on 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, bitch who you wit 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, bitch who you wit Beyatch Fucka Jigga, nine seven shit, next millenia Recognize, realize, it's on Roc the block y'all Laugh It's on 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