[Intro: Too $hort & Eric Bellinger]

$hort dawg in the house

League of Starz, bitch

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Sorry Jaynari, yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]

Hope it got nine lives, lives (Ow)

She know I'ma beat the kitty up (Kitty up, yeah)

I'ma beat the kitty up (Kitty up)

I'm-I'ma beat the kitty up (Yeah)

I wanna see you ride, ride (Ow)

Go, go on, baby, giddy up (Giddy up)

Go on, baby, giddy up (Giddy up)

Go, go on, g-giddy up, ah

[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]

You know I give that pussy what it want

She said she want a nigga who can stroke

It's 'bout to go down if you with it, uh

You know a real nigga 'bout to kill it

So go on, put some liquor on ice

You know I'm tryna lick it up nice

Girl, I got that don't stop, get it

And you know I want that kitty

[Pre-Chorus: Eric Bellinger]

You say-ay-ay-ay have your way-ay-ay-ay

However you want it (However you want it)

However you feel (However you feel)

So I'm cuttin' your cake, like it's my birthday

You drippin' vanilla, told you I'm a pussy killer

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]

Hope it got nine lives, lives (Nine lives)

She know I'ma beat the kitty up (Oh, oh, oh)

I'ma beat the kitty up (Woah, ooh, woah)

I'm-I'ma beat the kitty up (Hey)

I wanna see you ride, ride (I wanna see)

Go, go on, baby, giddy up (You giddy up, giddy up)

Go on, baby, giddy up (Giddy up)

Go, go on g-giddy up

[Verse 2: Too $hort]

She came here with you and left with me

It's all about the game, this ain't destiny

I know you real, but I'm realer

Certified West Coast kitty-kat killer

Yeah, I kill that cat, that's why she feel like that

Ain't no trickin', mane, I still got stacks

Ask anybody, I'm a real-ass mack

And suckers like you, gotta peel off racks and give her that

But don't cum too quick 'cause when I hit, I give the bitch long dick

Fuck with me that's all she gon' get

I keep grindin' and I don't quit, bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Eric Bellinger & Ty Dolla $ign]

You say-ay-ay-ay have your way-ay-ay-ay

However you want it (However you want it)

However you feel (However you feel)

So I'm cuttin' your cake, like it's my birthday

You drippin' vanilla (Dolla), told you I'm a pussy killer (Dolla $ign)

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]

You tired of that nigga (Ooh, yeah)

You lookin' for a real one to treat you like a woman (Woman)

That nigga corny (Ooh)

He ain't long enough, after you fuck you still horny, damn

Pull up in a Porsche, tell you "Giddy up" (Giddy up)

And know I'ma beat the kitty up (Kitty up)

I'll freak you right, I will (Right, I will)

We fuckin' all night 'til

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

You say-ay-ay-ay have your way-ay-ay-ay

However you want it (However you want it)

However you feel (However you feel)

So I'm cuttin' your cake (Ooh, yeah), like it's my birthday

You drippin' vanilla (Drippin' vanilla), told you I'm a pussy killer

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger, Ty Dolla $ign & Both]

Hope it got nine lives, lives (Ooh yeah; Yeah)

She know I'ma beat the kitty up (Kitty up)

I'ma beat the kitty up (Kitty up)

I'm-I'ma beat the kitty up (Ooh, yeah)

I wanna see you ride, ride (You ride; Ow)

Go, go on, baby, giddy up (Giddy up, ooh)

Go on, baby, giddy up (Oh, yeah; Giddy up)

Go, go on g-giddy up (Yeah)

[Outro: Eric Bellinger]

Ow

Yeah