Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She Wit It, artist - Ca$h Out. Album song Let's Get It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Entertainment One
Song language: English
She Wit It |
The night is what you make of it |
I hear em talking money, but we making it |
The Rolex tick tock, oh yes he faking it |
And she just want a dope boy |
She wit' it, she wit' it |
She wit' it, she wit' it |
The night is what you make of it |
I hear em talking money, but we making it |
Stop playing, baby you don’t know what you been missing |
I want to see if you can twerk for this college tuition |
Her man playing defense like he play for the Pistons |
She asked me where I want to do it, I say in the kitchen |
I just left the trap, my pockets |
At the drop of a dime they’re dropping their clothes |
Let her suck me in the Maybach, curtains they close |
I been getting to the money, that’s something they know |
But don’t get exposed, they come and they go |
She loving the throw, she loving my flow |
Straight to the business, I said let’s get it |
She started giggling, I knew she with it |
The night is what you make of it |
I hear em talking money, but we making it |
The Rolex tick tock, oh yes he faking it |
And she just want a dope boy |
She wit' it, she wit' it |
She wit' it, she wit' it |
The night is what you make of it |
I hear em talking money, but we making it |
credits and a film, we making a movie |
But turn the diamonds in my car, I know it’s confusing |
She want to ride with a star, she ain’t with the losers |
I feel like I’m Austin Powers, baby let’s get groovy |
molly in my stick, I blow, she make a wish |
She said a song never ever make her feel like this |
She left her thong all at home, and her man alone |
I’m going strong, I go long, then I send her home |
She on the phone and she want to bring a friend along |
Double penetration, she on the reservation |
You’re not the baby, you know I’m paper chasing |
She like «I get it», she with it |
The night is what you make of it |
I hear em talking money, but we making it |
The Rolex tick tock, oh yes he faking it |
And she just want a dope boy |
She wit' it, she wit' it |
She wit' it, she wit' it |
The night is what you make of it |
I hear em talking money, but we making it |