Ginuwine Lyrics
"What You On?"

Oh, oh
Oh, oh, yeah
Ayy Royce, you did it right here

Ayy, b*tch, what you on? Hop in Jag', I'm gone, ayy
Being broke so borin', so I can never be that sh*t
Open catalog, n*gga was broke so I copped more sh*t
Shootin' till' death come, but we got b*tches, and we got clips
Ayy, b*tch, what you on? Hop in Jag', I'm gone, ayy
Being broke so borin', so I can never be that sh*t
Open catalog, n*gga was broke so I copped more sh*t
Shootin' till' death come, but we got b*tches, and we got clips

b*tch, I got this Jag', trapping, I left 'em mad, ugh
I got a n*gga mad, b*tch we flex like that, ugh
In the store, pop tags, Gucci racks and Louis bags
Running 'round with tags, take everything that n*gga had
Won't let a n*gga clap back, only racked that
I just seen a zip with a f*cking gas pack
My n*gga hitting licks, told him "mask that"
Throwin' on these b*tches just so I see that ass clap

Ayy, b*tch, what you on? Hop in Jag', I'm gone, ayy
Being broke so borin', so I can never be that sh*t
Open catalog, n*gga was broke so I copped more sh*t
Shootin' till' death come, but we got b*tches, and we got clips

Ayy, b*tch, what you on? Hop in Jag', I'm gone, ayy
Being broke so borin', so I can never be that sh*t
Open catalog, n*gga was broke so I copped more sh*t
Shootin' till' death come, but we got b*tches, and we got clips

Ayy, shawty so bad, told her rock and roll with me
Pulled up in this Jag', she gonna shop at stores with me
f*ck her so good, said she could never leave me
But I don't love these hoes, they just wanna go for me
That lil b*tch want gold, bad lil shawty on the road, ugh
We just hitting licks, kick down your door, ugh
Talking stupid, yeah, n*gga watch me smoke his dome
Kickin' in the mas', we calm, 'cause my brothers wrapped up

Ayy, b*tch, what you on? Hop in Jag', I'm gone, ayy
Being broke so borin', so I can never be that sh*t
Open catalog, n*gga was broke so I copped more sh*t
Shootin' till' death come, but we got b*tches, and we got clips
Ayy, b*tch, what you on? Hop in Jag', I'm gone, ayy
Being broke so borin', so I can never be that sh*t
Open catalog, n*gga was broke so I copped more sh*t
Shootin' till' death come, but we got b*tches, and we got clips

Ay, ay-ay
b*tch, what you on?
b*tch, b*tch-b*tch
b*tch, what you on
b*tch
Bi-bi-b*tch, what you on?

Ayy Royce, you did it right here