Jay-ZWho U Wit II

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 vegetables 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 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 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 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, "Slow down, baby" You dealin' with a baller, who, hold ground crazy it's on 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 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 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 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
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