[Intro: Hitman]
Baby bring me yo ass
Cause I be movin' too fast
Fuck a motor, call you money mouth, yeah always talkin' 'bout cash
Always talkin' 'bout cash, I spazz out when she flash
A couple hundred, I'm very blunted, got weed, n***a don't ask

(Hitman: talking)
Yeah, my n***a, off top this is like more my mood right now you feel me
Because I be like..thinkin' of all the shit to say to this girl but
Shit don't ever come out right unless I rap it, you feel me? Plain Target

[Verse 1: Hitman]
Baby bring me yo ass
Cause I be movin' too fast
Fuck a motor, call you money mouth, yeah always talkin' 'bout cash
Always talkin' 'bout cash, I spazz out when she flash
A couple hundred, I'm very blunted, got weed, n***a don't ask
Cause I'm rollin' up with my baby girl, she spontaneous like an 80s girl
Wild sex, don't cage me girl
If I'm Kid Cudi, erase me girl
No lazy, girl just crazy girl...A-F could be Jason girl
But I'm Michael Myers, kill all you liars then I'm right back to our crazy world
Fine as ever is yo' woman, but mine is clever
She light the flight in my Wrekless sweater
Swag, baby won't get much better
Just me and you and you're so my boo
With the flow I'm nice and you notice too
That surprised me, no peek-a-boo
If I was a creep, I'd peek at you
Pick and choose, head up and down like double 'U's (W)
Not fit to lose, so fit to prove
You fit the shoes not just a tool
Which I call a ho, if that was the case keep it on the low
Cause I'll still hit and probably still quit it
But not our scenario..whoop

[Hook: Hitman]
So what you playin' for?
Girl we should slow it down (repeat 2x)
Sip on some wine, let me ease ya mind
Let me ease ya mind
Let me ease ya mind
(repeat 2x)

[Verse 2: Jet 2]
Bad chick, I just met a bad chick y'all
That can probably pull the rabbit out a hat trick
Magic, she didn't come off as ratchet
But I had to ask if she let Hitman hit
Or if she met Hitman yet
And if she didn't, then let Hitman hit
Haa, I like to joke like that as she quotes my swag
As her hand is in my hand like the last name of two of my friends
As I meet her... She asked my name I said Jet 2
I asked hers and she said Roxanne
She said she was an aries, instantly I thought of Spears
Her friend was Brittney, kinda pretty
All the way down to her waist, so toxic, I
Invited them over...
She got dressed kinda lookin' like Pam Grier
She sat up on the sofa after she put her coat up
Sippin' on a cold Cola...
That she brought in...
Said she like to mix it in her hard liquor
Like to roll like she live with a car dealer
Plus Brittney is a bar tender, Yeah
Hitman walks in, so we told them about Plain Target
Sat 'em down then I played this song
Made her wanna go and K-Mart it
It made her ease her mind
She tried to tease me twice...
The third time's a charm, we all had a great night

[Hook: Hitman]

[Outro]