Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wit It , by - French Montana. Song from the album Coke Boys, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.04.2012
Record label: Coke Boys
Song language: English
Wit It |
| You got it I’m with it |
| I’m with it (x6) |
| All day with it |
| I’m with it (x6) |
| This all came from nothing |
| Turn it into something |
| This all came from nothing |
| Turn it into something |
| (Verse 1: French Montana) |
| I get money all the time nigga |
| Where your money fuck your rhymes nigga |
| Rozay, Mally Mall, that’s my nigga |
| Watch flooded, can’t tell the time nigga |
| We started all from nothing |
| And we turning into something |
| Bad bitches love a nigga hustling |
| Pussy beat it up like I must |
| I made ten mil off that rack |
| I’ve been riding around with that nina |
| You don’t want that now |
| All my niggas gonna get it |
| Gonna bring that back |
| (Verse 2: Rick Ross) |
| Rich nigga baby fuck what it costs |
| Red phantom with the Lamborghini doors |
| Bought the bottles for the shooters |
| Bentleys for the bitches |
| Bought myself a pressie nigga started catching feelings |
| How that boy a sinner with a closet full of Christians |
| Red underneath and my receipt look like a scripture |
| All she fuck is winners |
| So you know she with it |
| Hoes want to sue you when they find out how you living |
| And if you with it then I’m with it |
| Mamma tell me go and get it |
| Still busting choppers while you bitches burning bridges |
| (Verse 3: Jazz Lazer) |
| I’m with ya for the hustle |
| With ya for the grind |
| With ya cause you’re fine |
| You could tell your friend to spend |
| And I pointing at the car that I got |
| Man, that bitch might know I got that work |
| If you with it put in overtime |
| She gonna make me cum |
| Swallow every crumb, and her gum |
| Your boyfriend a bum |
| Why he let you come outside with them |
| You deserve Chanel, YSL, Goyard |
| You ain’t gotta act |
| You can see, all my niggas real |
| Got that whip appeal |
| Where my hands, they behind her |
| Put you on that new drug |
| I know it’s (?) so |