Who You Wit II



Who You Wit II (你和誰一起 II) - Jay-Z

Songs Title:who you 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 b**ches thug b**ches shy b**ches

Rough b**ches don't matter you my b**ches

Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches

Can't knock your hustle for real exotic b**ches

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

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 b**ch 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*


Here's somethin niggaz gon find not at all funny

We takin all ya b**ches 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 a** was tee

When i hit it with this club love you comin with me

Grip you right up under your a** put your back on the wall

Kinda tipsy seein triple so i'm f**kin 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 sh*t with your shoes i'ma step on the gas

She laughed put her a** 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

Beyatch f**ka


Jigga nine-seven sh*t next millenia

Recognize realize it's on

Roc the block y'all



It's on