Correction Lyrics Who Wit Me by Offset Jim

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(DTB, that's a slap)

Yeah, ooh-wee
Jim and Bean, 22nd, 33
Comin' off the hip, it's a drum, twenty-three
Come here, baby, won't you come and ride with me?
Yeah, a n***a got some money, I still come from poverty
We still ridin' in them rentals, one up top, it's gotta be
I like slidin' through my hood, they all say they proud of me
This lil' b*t*h economy, after one night, she gotta leave

Bean, they don't want no money, they allergic to pape'
Got a monkey on my back, I be trappin' in Bape
Hundred thousand in my closet, two more in the safe
Totin'— totin' sticks up in the trench, behind walls with a shank (Ayy)
I been swimmin' with the sharks since I jumped in the tank (Ayy)
Young rich trap n***a, b*t*h, f**k what they think (Facts)
I be laughin' to the bank, doin' sh*t that you can't
I do my thing, I can't complain, I'm the man and you ain't, hey
Talkin' crazy from a cell, bro slicin' his face
If you listen to this sh*t, it's already too late (Ayy)
Money on the floor and you know that I ate
Rap n***as cap n***as, we know that they fake

Ooh-wee
Jim and Bean, 22nd, 33
Comin' off the hip, it's a drum, twenty-three
Come here, baby, won't you come and ride with me?
Yeah, a n***a got some money, I still come from poverty
We still ridin' in them rentals, one up top, it's gotta be
I like slidin' through my hood, they all say they proud of me
This lil' b*t*h economy, after one night, she gotta leave, yeah

Jim and Bean up in this b*t*h, ho, you know you in trouble
Hit a n***a with a blitz, celebrate when he fumble
Hundred thousand up in blues, f**k bein' humble
I been ballin' on these n***as, LeBron in the bubble
Runnin' plays and catchin' fades, you know, the usual
Runnin' routes and gettin' money what I choose to do (Ayy)
n***as broke, ain't no way these b*t*hes choosin' you (Ayy)
Opps don't slide down this block 'cause we done blues-ed a few
Drop a hundred, touch a hundred like I'm supposed to do
Need a n***a tapered up, then I can coach you through
n***as broke talkin' cash, we all know a few
Before the EDD, never noticed you

Keep pop
Ridin' through the city, one up top
I'm just savin' money, keep this burner by the Wock'
Ain't no job, I'm still workin' overtime
All these n***as pourin' feelings on they story need to stop
First Accord, now a n***a pull up foreign to the spot
Brother rap, but that ain't his first love, it's a Glock
He just love bendin' blocks
Worked his way up to a chop, n***a

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