With You Don Q (Ft. A Boogie wit da Hoodie)

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I'd rather be with you, yeah
Said I'd rather be with you
I'd rather be with you, yeah
Said I'd rather be with you

[Verse: Don Q]
Met her on fifth ave she was on her fifth bag
She gave me whiplash as soon as the whip pass
Tried to keep it calm, I beeped the horn had my 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 was 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, "Nigga 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 rarely 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 fucking 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", yeah 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
Liquor toast, 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, fuck 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
Fuck 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 seen't a flyer one
"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
Bet I haver her out her underwear before the night is done