[Intro]

(30, you a fool for this one)

[Chorus: B.o.B]

Shit be two lit, shit be four lit

Pick me up before six

Gutter bitch with another bitch

We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit

Yeah, we all with the fuck shit

Yeah, we all with the fuck shit

Two lit, shit be four lit

We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit

[Verse 1: B.o.B]

Yeah, yeah, t-t-that's the shit I like (Hey)

I ain't got no type, I can't decide

Girls like girls like girls, they can't deny

Eatin' pussy with a side of wine

No, it ain't no tellin' what we might do

When she in a penthouse with a tight view

Reefer got me stuck, shit, got my eyes glued

Oh yeah, that's my girl and that's her wife too

[Chorus: B.o.B]

Lit, shit be four lit

Pick me up before six

Gutter bitch with another bitch

We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit

Yeah, we all with the fuck shit

Yeah, we all with the fuck shit

Two lit, shit be four lit

We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]

Ayy, Dolla hit it, B.o.B hit

Uh, T.I.P. hit it, TeeCee hit

Ayy, I feel like we the new Dogg Pound

Uh, she know Dolla gettin' money now

Uh, I'ma pass her like Cam

Yeah, I'ma pass her like Peyton

Ooh, I got diamonds on my neck

I got diamonds on my rib

Put some diamonds on my main bitch

Uh, in the Porsche so wavy

Put a Rollie on my lady, Dolla need a new baby

Ayy, she know Dolla stay litty

Still ain't heard about Dolla?

You should come to my city (Woo)

[Chorus: B.o.B, Ty Dolla $ign & T.I.]

Shit be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pick me up before six

Gutter bitch with another bitch

We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit (Yeah)

Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Oh)

Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ye-ye-yeah)

Two lit, shit be four lit (Uh, okay)

We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit (Sheesh)

[Verse 3: T.I.]

You know we all hit' it (All hit it)

All my niggas quick to hit and never call bitches

Just might see my lil nigga pullin' up wit' y'all bitches

Pick the short ones up, bend it over tall bitch

Ayy, put that phone down and mind your fuckin' business, girl

Ayy, put some money up if you so independent, girl

But I'm just tryna put some diamonds in ya pendant, get your titties fixed

Presidential suites and private jets, outside the city shit

One thing I can't stand is a petty hoe (Petty hoe)

Can't keep your business to yourself, don't go to tellin' folks

'Bout where you been and how much pussy you be sellin' folk

Don't wanna see her with a telescope, tell her go

[Chorus: B.o.B, Ty Dolla $ign & Both]

Shit be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pick me up before six

Gutter bitch with another bitch

We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit (Yeah)

Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Oh, oh)

Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ye-ye-yeah)

Two lit, shit be four lit (Girl)

We ain't trippin' 'cause we all here (Oh)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]

Yeah, yeah

Dolla $ign