Don Q - With You lyrics
[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] I'd rather be with you girl, yea Said I'd rather be with you I'd rather be with you girl Said I'd rather be with you girl [Verse: Don Q] Met her on fifth ave she was on her fifth bag She gave me whiplash as soon as the whip pa** Tried to keep it calm, I beeped the horn had the VV's on GT Bents off top with the TVs on Baby don't be alarmed I acknowledge your worth I can tell inside you is hurt She reply with a smirk What's your motto at work Serve bottles and twerk Listen I ain't here to judge I done gave my time to the worst She said n***a stop it I'm still in college, momma in the projects I promise her I'll go and visit when I finish shopping Got her son on the weekend, I let my sister watch him My baby father really see him they ain't really bonding But what you want with me I know you got a list of options Baby girl I see the gossip f**ing with your conscience I just left the nail salon, you was the trending topic What a coincidence, I just got the Bentley polished What's your name? She said Sherene, yea she was quick responding What's your number, let's link up for later for some shrimp and lobster Yeah I got a chef, just make sure you got a dress You can't look me in my eyes and tell me you not impressed If you play your cards right, you'll be on a private jet [?] switching coasts, flying you out the west I could show you better than I can tell you, I'm tryna' bless you Diamond bezel on your arm if I feel that you kinda special I could take you out the ghetto now that's different kind of levels Ran through a thousand hoes I never found the time to settle Nah, f** them hating hoes tryna' throw shade I could look in your eyes and see we soul mates If you gon' be mine, then you go both ways Baby girl ride like she got road rage I might move her in the spot and be my home mate f** a restaurant I want my dinner homemade Old age wine, sipping at a slow pace City to city I'll bring her to all my show dates Let's get acquainted I made edible arrangements My bezel too outrageous, she seen't and nearly fainted Don't you fight or run look at the closet Never seem to fly around Louis palace who your stylist Where you get your attires from Just tell me what I wanna hear and don't you ever bite your tongue Better have off all the underwear before the night is done [Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] I'd rather be with you girl, yea Said I'd rather be with you I'd rather be with you girl, yea Said I'd rather be with you girl I'd rather be with you girl, yea Said I'd rather be with you