The Woo (feat. 50 Cent & Roddy Ricch)

She want a woo n-

She wanna f- with the woo
She wanna f- with the woo
She wanna f- with the woo
She wanna f- with the woo
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

I told her, "Ooh-woo-woo"
Shawty wanna f- me inside of the coupe
I can take you out everywhere, f- a jet fare
Versace hotel with Versace robe, whoa-whoa
Like you when you let down your hair with no comb

And I stay to myself 'cause I never liked these h- (yeah)
And she only liked the guap, red light these h-
Why would I waste my time on a shorty that don't got me on the front of her mind?
Especially when you get designer and I wine and dine
And the Bentley came with the wings like a number 9, yeah

Come through, just us two
I like you 'cause you cut how I'm cut too
Come through, just us two
I like you 'cause you cut how I'm cut too

She wanna f- with the woo (ayy, she wanna f- with the woo, woo)
She wanna f- with the woo
She wanna f- with the woo
She wanna f- with the woo
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

That's my kind of b-, she be sayin' some s-
Like, "When you gon' fly me in private, so I can land on that d-?"
She said, "Tricks is for kids", she don't fall for the tricks
She can handle her own, she just want some d-

Got that big Birkin bag worth five, six figures
You might be out your league, can you buy that, n-? (Buy that)
I pull up on her top gone on the Dawn, I'm the don
You can f- around, if you want, if you want
Out in Bali, big swing, big dress
Big a-, make her s- and make a big mess
Before we done, she ask "Where we gon' do it next?"
Next, so wet it f- up the seats in the jet

She like all that gangsta s-
Top down, ridin' 'round with the blick
Who you with? Woo
She like all that gangsta s-
I said, "She like all that gangsta s-"

She wanna f- with the woo
She wanna f- with the woo
She wanna f- with the woo
She wanna f- with the woo (ha-ha-ha)

Let me take you to the candy shop (candy shop)
Show you all I got (all I got, all I got)
I put diamonds on your chain (chain, uh)
To match your diamond ring

I'm 092, n-, woo (woo, back)
Hate it or love it, it's me and you (woo)
Let's turn nothin' into something
She said she love woo n- (woo)
Them n- who gon' pull triggers (grrt)

I was fine when I met you (met you, pow)
Then I s- you (woo) then I left you (left)
'Cause your p- feel the same (feel the same, feel the same)
And I don't got time to waste (no time to waste)

She wanna f- with the woo
She wanna f- with the woo
She wanna f- with the woo
She wanna f- with the woo
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Bashar Barakah Jackson, Andre Michael Loblack, Jess Reed Jackson, Rodrick Moore, John Wesley Lucas, Curtis Jackson, Adam Hashim
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