Who You Wit Lyrics - Jay-z

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 

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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 

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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' y'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