"fuck witcha boy" lyrics

Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy

Take me a helicopter, land in Punta Cana
Got me a business lawyer, help ensure I'm covered
I'm pushin' and liftin' it up, I'm about to cut up this summer
Uh, told her I don't want no rice when I eat Benihanas
I invest, in three, four years, I multiply the number
Wunna right back in that field, I can survive the jungle (Mhm)
Stash me two or three M's, I fill up a whole Tonka (A whole Tonka)
Once I finish this deal, I could let 'em hold somethin'
I'm feelin' I'm due for a load, I already know it's comin' (Know it's comin')
Ran me up a few loafs, I'm spendin' the breadcrumbs (Breadcrumbs)
You owe too long, gotta pay my money and then some (And then some)
It's personal when it come to one of my loved ones (Uh-huh)
Action louder than words, you ain't gotta say we brothers
Uh, pilin' up in the Maybach, this is Mercedes, show them (Ayy, yeah)
Look how we made our way, so it's okay to struggle (Okay to struggle)
She fuck me and got a Birk 'cause I'm a ladies' lover (Uh-huh)
Once I show you your worth, you better not let this fumble
You might feel it for certain, I can't take that from you (Take that from you)
I rode with you to the dirt and that's one thing I honor

Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy
Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy
Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy (Uh)

Take me a helicopter, land in Punta Cana (Uh-huh)
Kickin' my feet in the sand, the sun right over the tent (Yeah)
Got me a pretty vibe and she smell heaven sent
In the ocean, she purified herself, I feel like Prince (Feel like Prince)
Wanna go and keep gettin' by and that's for sure (That's for sure)
You show me you got my back and I got yours (I got yours)
We makin' enough to feed my fam and yours
Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, I fuck with you, boy
Fuck with your boy, she whippin' up rocks, I know it's lit (It's lit)
Ride with me all the way, you get a honorable mention (Uh-huh)
Two countries in three days, we been on a whole mission (Whole mission)
Good brain on her sure like she went to Ole Miss (Ole Miss)
Real-ass nigga for life and I don't owe you shit
Once we get through a fight, we locked in, tight as a pit
Turn off all of the lights, that's when you can tell if it hit
Ayy, I fuck with you (Hit, mm), fuck with you, boy (Ah)

Ayy, dim the lights, dim 'em, dim 'em (Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy)
Yeah (Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy)
I was tryna tell my nigga that, you know, real stones, they hit in the night, you know? (Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy)
Real VVS, you gon' see them hit in the night
You don't need no light
Ayy, I fuck with you, boy
Yeah