She wit the Shit (feat. Rich Homie Quan)

Duffle bags and all me money
Duffle bags and all me money

She a boss motherfucker and she know it
(she know it)
She a boss motherfucker and she know it
(knooow)

I let her get to the top (top)
I let her fuck up the streets (streets)
I let her flip up the work (say what)
I let her get it all week (ooh)
I let he pull up her dress (oo)
I let her show me that ass (that ass)
I let her twerk in the seats (seats)
I let em sit on the glass (glass)

I let her put it in drive (skrr)
I let her work with the stick (stick)
I let her to tricks with the ride (ride)
Look how she work with the stick (hey)
I let her open her mouth (open it)
I let her put suttum in
I let her do what she want (what)
And I let her do it again (heyy)

Yh she a pretty lil thing, but a real go getter

The kind that won't say you can do dirt with her

She wanted a boss, it don't get no bigger

Beat it up till the morning, she ain't a quitter

She wit the shit
(She wit the shit)
She wit the shit
(She wit the shit)
She wit the shit now
Anything I say, I have that thing my way

She wit the shit
(She wit the shit)
She wit the shit
She wit the shit now
Told me that it's mine, she turn it in on time

She wit the
Shit (all day, all day, all day)
Shit (all day, all day, all day)
Shit (all day, all day, all day)

She ain't fucking wit no lames
She wit the
Shit (all day, all day, all day)
Shit (all day, all day, all day)
Shit (all day, all day, all day)
And I don't play no games
She wit the

She wit the shit talking diarrhea
We go through shit I stay lying to her
She think I'm real like I'm mountain dew
That pussy squirt on me like fountains do
I'm in Miami in fountain bleu
Taxes paid out when the count is due
I don't care nothing bout what you say
I don't care nothing bout what you do
Me and Tank in the tank
I'm a soldier I'll shoot you
(shoot you)

martyr millions in the bank, mid Tank got sum to do
He said Quan be patient
I told him I wanted to be in movies
He said walk around like shit stank
But stay humble and prove
yo point to everybody

she wit the shit, she wit the shit
she want the dick, she want the dick
so I gave it to her
whipped it up yh I slaved it to her
Tank sing it to em
(heyyy)

She wit the shit
(She wit the shit)
She wit the shit
(She wit the shit)
She wit the shit now
Anything I say, I have that thing my way

She wit the shit
(She wit the shit)
She wit the shit
She wit the shit now
Told me that it's mine, she turn it in on time

She wit the
Shit (all day, all day, all day)
Shit (all day, all day, all day)
Shit (all day, all day, all day)

She ain't fucking wit no lames
She wit the
Shit (all day, all day, all day)
Shit (all day, all day, all day)
Shit (all day, all day, all day)
And I don't play no games
She wit the
Shit



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Writer(s): Johnnie V. Newt, Durrell Babbs, Brandon Alexander Hodge, Dequantes Devontay Lamar, John James Stokes
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