Here Wit U
I put the key in ignition
Then put your girl in positions
I got your girl in the back seat chillin'
She was just seeding my children
Sorry what was I missin'?
Had to give her demolition
Told me she had the greatest throat
So I had to give her recognition
Been riding the wave since billabong
I cook in the stu like its dinaguan
I know you ain't shit cuz you like my fit
I be the one that'll put em on
This is almost heaven like it's West Mākaha
Told this girl I love her I don't even bother
Trynna make a grand just like my maddahs faddah
Imma get the bag and split um with my braddahs
I've been down on my luck
And I can't feel your love
Now I'm up never stuck
And you wish you could get a piece of us
Why you asking me for something
Always got me stressing out for nothing
They say that they love me but I don't know what they mean
Staying true to my religion you can see it in my jeans
Pockets stuffed cuz I be hungry it be ripping in the seams
It's true I'm all about my paper counting stacks instead of reams
Uh
Give no service I disconnect
Pray we cross paths instead of hitting an intersect
This is what you get for trynna fuck with an intellect
How I'm stuntin' on the gram and I ain't on insta yet
I've been down on my luck
And I can't feel your love
Now I'm up never stuck
And you wish you could get a piece of us
Why you asking me for something
Always got me stressing out for nothing
Then put your girl in positions
I got your girl in the back seat chillin'
She was just seeding my children
Sorry what was I missin'?
Had to give her demolition
Told me she had the greatest throat
So I had to give her recognition
Been riding the wave since billabong
I cook in the stu like its dinaguan
I know you ain't shit cuz you like my fit
I be the one that'll put em on
This is almost heaven like it's West Mākaha
Told this girl I love her I don't even bother
Trynna make a grand just like my maddahs faddah
Imma get the bag and split um with my braddahs
I've been down on my luck
And I can't feel your love
Now I'm up never stuck
And you wish you could get a piece of us
Why you asking me for something
Always got me stressing out for nothing
They say that they love me but I don't know what they mean
Staying true to my religion you can see it in my jeans
Pockets stuffed cuz I be hungry it be ripping in the seams
It's true I'm all about my paper counting stacks instead of reams
Uh
Give no service I disconnect
Pray we cross paths instead of hitting an intersect
This is what you get for trynna fuck with an intellect
How I'm stuntin' on the gram and I ain't on insta yet
I've been down on my luck
And I can't feel your love
Now I'm up never stuck
And you wish you could get a piece of us
Why you asking me for something
Always got me stressing out for nothing
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Writer(s): Brock Cunningham
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