[Intro: Chuck D]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9!

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]

We twisted, yeah nigga we twisted

Got a couple bad bitches

Yeah, you missed it

Her and her sister, keep calling me mister

H-I-T B-O-Y, he so fly, he no lie, too much truth

All I do, makes hits, sip a little bit of hundred proof

Young nigga bet a couple hundred, what it do

When I got a couple enemies I haven't run into

It'll be problems, yeah it'll be problems

So I'm celebrating life throwing money in the air

Throwing money in the air, letting them know I don't care

Got so much flair, like my nigga Chase say

Making bitches say OK

Really ain't mean to make you hate your day

But I really got to stunt nigga, look this way

I'm fucking Hit-Boy, I'm fucking Hit-Boy, she fucking Hit-Boy

And you know, you know I'm all about them zeroes

Controlling the game like D. Rose

And making hits for my heroes

[Hook: Hit-Boy]

We twisted, we fucking twisted

Got a couple bad bitches that wanna get high

Yeah they wanna get live, yeah they wanna get high

And I don't even smoke, but my niggas do

So go light up girl, really get loose

And we can get it going, we can take it to the room

Hit her with the get fucked option

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]

I'm rolling, I'm rolling

Knocking bitches down like I'm bowling

Off that Hennessy and Patrón and

Y'all be cuffing hoes y'all patrolling

But it's OK, it's OK

Trying to steal my style but it's no way

And now I'm getting that white money

They chase a nigga like O.J

My jersey, with me nigga

I'm putting on for my team nigga

I'm the quarterback, first string nigga

Straight tossing bitches like flea flickers

These kickers, all turf

Running this field, thats hard work

Fuck all night and I'm all surf

My stock high, what y'all worth?

No Benzes, get it

That front end, spent it

That back end, stacked that

$500 for the snake-skin snapback

And that's word to my nigga Don C

Updated threads, what you know about me?

Love having sex with a double dime piece

She a 20 on the scale what you know about free

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]

Fuck these bitch ass niggas

Bitches big-y

Sipping on liquor trying to get a little licky, licky, licky, icky

Sorry ho but I'm picky

Bad white girls and they look like Iggy

Grown ass man do I look like Diggy?

Bend it over on me, can you do it like Nicki?

Pussy all wet, weed stay sticky, sticky

Yeah, I lost my mind, bet I won't lose my money (No)

Picking up change, tell me do I look bum-y? (No)

She keep blowing when her nose ain't running

Staying in shape because you know a nigga run it

Me and two Os, yeah that's one hundred

My nigga ran through the trees rolling with that shotty

Goddammit he think he hunted

I'm going hard, I don't stop

I'm living life like it's no cops

She's taking shots to the head like who the fuck needs Botox

I'm rolling up, I'm rolling out

I don't know her name, I just know her mouth

Living this life you lame niggas don't know about

Cuz

[Hook]

[Outro: Big Sean & Hit-Boy]

And Hit-Boy get these hoes man, aw shit

So damn, nasty, she so nasty

I'm a nasty nigga to though