I Wanna Be With You Lyrics - Backstreet Boys - Backstreet Boys

It ain't meant for me to ball on you (hustles) 

It ain't meant for me to spoil you (another one) 

If I adore you (we the best music), I'm a give you that theory (DJ Khaled) 

I wanna be with you 

I wanna be where the commas will be 

But I need a hood nigga with the llama degree 

Get that limited edition, Audemar it could be 

In a pivotal position, gotta pardon the fee 

Cause he bought a couple bags and he sent a couple whips 

And he took a couple trips, and there's dinner in the mix 

And he's never with no other chick, fronting like he's slick 

Cause it's levels to this shit and she could never be Nick 

Niggas be fallin' in love with this pussy 

Mean stew chicken and bake him a couple of cookies 

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Dick on veteran, ain't fucking with rookies 

Saw the high school video, now he wanna play hooky 

Baddest bitch, I'm the catalyst 

Ain't never been done, bitch I added this 

Nah I ain't gotta shoot, I got mad assists 

'Bout to put a couple pieces on the mannequin 

Got a big billboard out in Madison 

At the Trump, and you bitches at the Radisson 

Got the.22 on me, and it's thin 

Shoot movies, Jennifer Aniston 

You decide you be mine, you can come inside 

You the type that can make me prioritize 

Hittin' my phone, it's alright 

Hittin' my phone, it's alright 

You reply, what's your sign? You're a Gemini. 

You deny that you're shy, maybe we should slide? 

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I wanna be with you 

I wanna be with you, baby 

Balling on you too easy 

Splurging on you too easy 

Buying purses too easy 

Paying bills too easy 

I wanna be with you Balling on you too easy 

Splurging on you too easy 

Buying cars too easy 

Popping bottles too easy 

I wanna be with you 

I wanna be with you 

Everything you do is brand new 

Make that bad bitch my shorty 

Hit the club, throw forty 

My hat big like uh 

My chain drip like water 

Car paint like tar 

I'm a sex her harder 

Bitch let go my hand gave you the keys as soon as I bought it 

Vroom, vroom, oooh yeah 

Big bank, I'm too real 

My money right in them boys you with be dead broke, two years 

Checked this, look here, 

You ain't even know, big deal 

On site, act right, I shop hard, pack light 

That hoe chick gets you no play, all I talk is cocaine 

White tee and these rope chains, blow the roof back - Kurt Cobain 

Phantom cost like four dollar, flo' seats, hoes holla 

Underground with this pimp shit so smoke one for Port Arthur 

Suffering from success 

You witnessing greatness 

I'm the best that ever did it 

I wanna be with you