Fuckin' Witcha

[Hook: Young Thug] I love my fans and I love my clan And we stay with bands So if you love your man say, say I'm fuckin' witcha, even if you aren't Boy I'm fuckin' witcha, yeah let's fuck baby Cause you're up baby, you're so up baby You're stuck up baby And I ain't got money on the floor you can't step up on that ass I got one old school you might step up under that Yeah, I said yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Young Thug] And I'm ridin' down the street, I'm about to turn a ride in your ho I got zans mixed with syrup and (?) all on my clothes And if you never heard about me boy, ask your ho I'm listenin' to the (?), I mean Ca$h Out so touch your toes Ohhh, live life like a rock star baby Money don't (?) but I live with pop stars baby Your ho look scary like a cop car baby I'm so high if I had a gun I could pop stars baby What the fuck you mean (?) baby girl you trip What the fuck you mean I'm broke? You need a whip Come here let me see that ass ho [Bridge: Young Thug] I'm fuckin' witcha, even if you aren't Boy I'm fuck witcha, yeah Let's fuck baby cause you're so up baby So up baby, you're stuck up baby And I ain't got money on the floor you can't step up on that ass I got one old school you might step up onto that, yeah I said yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Young Thug] Umm, Verse 2, I love you I trust you, I'd fuck you all night, yeah I'll treat your body right yeah Buy ya black diamonds, no night Have you ever had your name on the seatbelt on your flight? Because that bitch belong to you Motherfuck who think they king, baby girl I'm thronin' you (?) ass (?) for you And I ain't never, never had a girl like you I swear every girl can get some pearls for you I swear I just had to love the girl for you You're perfect, I might leave Thug's world for you [Hook] [Verse 3: Ca$h Out] Got goons on gold, not friendly bitch Pulled up and hated in a Bentley bitch And my whole crew buyin' out rent and shit And I called the plug up, so you know that I sent for it Hundred bricks on the road the birds flock together Put some change on your head, call me "Money" Mayweather And nigga I can show you how to pick a feather Half a brick to a whole thing, we mix, put it back together And I got my Adidas on, but I got more stripes And what these niggas rappin' bout, hey man that's your life And I bet these niggas feel left cause I went so right And if I turned this four into a nine it'd be so right [Hook]