Who Wit Me - Quavo

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 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, 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 [*beatboxes*] '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 Laughin' It's on Jay-z Hi this is ... I just wanna call and apologize To the things that I'm sayin' to you You know I'm tryna you know And i just wanna to thank you For give Ty-ty the message for me Guest we be cool It was nice meeting you too Bye

Chopped Chop screwed I can see the tears running from your eyes Breaks my heart To see you cry All this pain you going through Beautiful is the only word That describes you I can show you things That you never seen Turn your nightmare Into a dream So lean With me baby oh My cup runneth over We be leaning My cup runneth over We be leaning My cup runneth over We be leaning My cup runneth over We be leaning Up in the club at the bar We talk for five minutes But turn into hours You say that A conversational lust But I like your voice And I pray that you never hush Say what you say Feel how you feel keep it real I hope this night don't end Until you lean Lean with me baby My cup runneth over We be leaning My cup runneth over We be leaning My cup runneth over We be leaning My cup runneth over We be leaning Come here baby, let me hold you Like two cups full of syrup Just lean Let me hold you in my arms All night long Two cups double up Couple jolly ranchers Iced up roll up Pour up you heard me Let's just take it slow tonight Feel me Put your lighters in the air Put your cups in the air Put your lighters in the air Everywhere yeah Just lean Put your lighters in the air Put your cups in the air Put your lighters in the air Everywhere yeah Just lean

(Al Geno on the track) Yeah, yeah, huh What the fuck they thought, nigga? (What the fuck they thought?) I just jumped up out the fuckin' vault, nigga (go), huh Niggas singin' like Diana Ross, nigga (su!) I don't wanna hear no sorry for my loss, nigga Fuck it, do some, I just put my roof on it (put that house on it) I don't give a fuck about no big homie (fuck 'em) No Huncho, no, fuck it, I'm back on it (chill out) Everybody know just how we act on it (go) What's up? (Huh), what's up? (Huh) What's up? (Huh), what's up? (Huh) What's up? (Huh) Ain't gon' run, I got that strap on me (grah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? Honey bun, can you do somethin' for me? (Do somethin') Can you go automatic just for me? (Frrt, frrt) Tommy gun, can you do somethin' for me? (Su!) Can you call Al Capone for me? (Brrt, brrt, yeah) I got a reason to slide, I got a reason to ride (say what?) I got a, I got a reason to slide, I got a reason to ride (uh, get out) How can I come outside, without no mask on? (How?) They wanna see my emotions, I ain't smilin' at all (fuck 'em) I bought a bulletproof Humvee, it could take down a wall (skrrt) Tactical mechanics end up paying off (brrt) They don't want me talkin' like this gangster, at all (uh, uh) They'd rather see me on TV playin' basketball (fuck that), huh Hell nah (hell nah), fuck all that (fuck it), huh I'm back, no more Hollywood, just bring me back (hi), huh I just got a hundred bricks like hack a shack (bando), huh 2014, Huncho is back Honeybun, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, frrt, huh (Honeybun, Al Capone), yeah Tommy gun, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (what?) Can you call Al Ca-? (Al Capone, brrt) Huh, huh, huh, Huncho