Who You Wit

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

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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

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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

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Beyatch!

Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia

Recognize, realize, it's on

Roc the block, ahh

Laughin, it's on