She Wit It (feat. Shimecia Vandella)

Ooooo Connoi$$eur Shit Caprini Yea Whatever she won't she get it Whatever I'm wit she wit it Left cheek right cheek wit it Them others hoes can't fuck wit it Them other hoes can't fuck wit Left cheek right cheek wit it Whatever I'm wit he wit it Whatever I won't I get it Whatever she want she gotta get it I gotta spend it won't make a difference You getting the business I swear if you wit it You know that I'm wit we can get litty Fuck up the city and make it a memory Hit up some Jimmy, Gabbana, designer that's So Ho Brand new Manolo straight out of the photo Make you the logo for stuntin on broke hoes Lil mama a rider for daddy she go-go She don't want no convo her motto is get dough I'm digging your vibe and I'm feeling your mental Let's see where it gets you Maybe back of the Bentley Dripped out in Fendi Diamonds out of Tiffany A tour out in Italy You can have whatever the cheddar to blow it Since the day I met her I kept her she know it Left cheek right cheek pop it throw it Digging your body copy over You be my rider I'll be your soldier You be my B-Hive and I'll be ya HOVA Whatever she won't she get it Whatever I'm wit she wit it Left cheek right cheek wit it Them others hoes can't fuck wit it Them other hoes can't fuck wit Left cheek right cheek wit it Whatever I'm wit he wit it Whatever I won't I get it Yea Exceptional drip Won't hesitate let you hop in the whip Young niggas mesmerized by ya lil body Won't hesitate to dip if you trip Bitch you a trip stop all that popping (Yea) I know that you could've got me That's a big probably lil baby stop it Ya mad a realer bitch got me (Left cheek right) Left cheek right cheek damn near died Feeling like a scuba every time I dive Ooo I can't wait for you to hop up in my ride Got a lil stomach but that ass poke out Take you where you wanna go (That's on God) You ain't wit the petty shit (Yea that's hard) Got a good job and ya (Head game right) Let her meet mom dukes (Fuckin wit ya vibe) It's a no-brainier you never a stranger These bitches gon hate ya you killing them vibes She wit it I'm wit it throw dick in her kidney It's Triple Salute tell yo ex nigga bye Yea Whatever she won't she get it Whatever I'm wit she wit it Left cheek right cheek wit it Them others hoes can't fuck wit it Them other hoes can't fuck wit Left cheek right cheek wit it Whatever I'm wit he wit it Whatever I won't I get it Whatever I want I get He bragging cuz I be on top of shit (Yea) He feeling the vibe I give He catching feelings he one handing it My nigga my hitta my homie forever Let's both fucking go get this paper Designer me down cuz I flex on these bitches He wit it I'm wit it might fuck on this brand new Bentley I'm high light sidity you hoes can never be Blame ya ex cuz she couldn't do better then Look what she did to you Made him stunt harder you know it's true I said what I said and I meant it Spend a couple grand on some Fendi I put that on everything Put on some shows wit some matching sets The golds all on golds outweigh everything And I'm pretty in the face he love how I taste My nigga done got him a trophy I'm winning in all categories Bow down to the bitches before me Whatever she won't she get it Whatever I'm wit she wit it Left cheek right cheek wit it Them others hoes can't fuck wit it Them other hoes can't fuck wit Left cheek right cheek wit it Whatever I'm wit he wit it Whatever I won't I get it Yea yea yea yea whatever nigga Umma tell ya like this bruh All that shit cap bruh (Big Cap) All that shit cap boy (Big Cap) Fuck these hoes (Ya hear me) Fuck they mama (Ya hear me) Fuck they auntie (Talk yo shit) Fuck they sister and dem (Ya hear me) They ain't talm bout shit bruh (So basically whate you saying is my boy) What's that (These bitches for the streets) On my mama (Aye phew neph)