[Intro]

You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard motherfucker

[Chorus: Aminé]

Got a bad lil' mama and she always with the shits

Put a hundred in my pocket then a hundred on the rims

That's my lil' bitch, that's-that's my lil' bitch

That's my lil' bitch, that's-that's my lil' bitch

Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip

Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint

That's my lil' bitch, that's-that's my lil' bitch

That's my lil' bitch, that's-that's my lil' bitch

[Verse 1: Aminé]

Campfire, I'm a hot motherfucker (True)

Please, no pictures, I'm a tired motherfucker

Spidey senses tingle when it's fake niggas

Dreads swinging like they did the Harlem shake, nigga, that's true

West Coast 'til I D-I-E (Westside)

If you want respect, look me in my E-Y-E

I love my whips like a racist and travel lot of places (True)

Free my nigga, Hef, fuck the police (True)

Uh, Oprah for President (Woo), CLBN resident (Yeah)

Thizz-Face when I'm disgraced, that's the nigga in me (Uh-huh)

Might catch me at a Whole Foods (True)

And if you see that red Mercedes, then you know who

[Chorus: Aminé]

Got a bad lil' mama and she always with the shits

Put a hundred in my pocket then a hundred on the rims

That's my lil' bitch, that's-that's my lil' bitch

That's my lil' bitch, that's-that's my lil' bitch

Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip

Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint

That's my lil' bitch, that's-that's my lil' bitch

That's my lil' bitch, that's-that's my lil' bitch

[Verse 2: RiTchie]

Yeah, yeah, campfire, I'm a scary lil' nigga

This run in my blood like Drew Barrymore, nigga

And my fit on ET, yo 'shit on EBT

So when you try and flex, I'm like, "What's yo' credit score, nigga?" (The fuck?)

Yeah, and that's word to my granny

Since fourteen, knew the route like Randy

Everything dandy, gray sweats with the Pennys

(Nausea, heartburn) Side effects may vary

Yeah, fuck these niggas, where the child lock?

So many hits, I could have my own NOW! comp

Pen a triple album full of all my children

No difference from Kidz Bop, book 'em in the Hilton

[Chorus: Aminé]

Got a bad lil' mama and she always with the shits

Put a hundred in my pocket then a hundred on the rims

That's my lil' bitch, that's-that's my lil' bitch

That's my lil' bitch, that's-that's my lil' bitch

Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip

Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint

That's my lil' bitch, that's-that's my lil' bitch

That's my lil' bitch, that's-that's my lil' bitch