[Intro]
Beats for the stars

[Verse 1: K. Michelle]
901 on my phone comin' through
Young n***a, street dude, twenty-two
Sorry, I'm not 'bout to play wit' you (I'm so sorry)
'Cause if we fuck and you fuck up, then I'ma shoot (Shoot, yeah, shoot)
Memphis n***as drive me crazy (Crazy)
I may let him fuck and he ain't even gotta pay me (He gotta pay)
He be wit' the shit, never Fugazi
He don't hesitate to shoot for a lady
I roll his weed and now he like to buy my weed, and
He be all the drink I needed
I admit that I love this shit

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle]
'Cause the hooder the better, we better together
The richer the n***a, the pussy get wetter
The hooder the better, we better together
The richer the n***a, the pussy get wetter (Yeah)

[Chorus: K. Michelle]
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my n***as
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my bitch
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my dick
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good, I love my bitch
[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
When they super hood that dick be super good (Damn)
It's just somethin' 'bout them n***as when they out the hood (Yeah, hm)
I let him hold my car with no licence (Yep)
Knock a bitch out, bite him like I'm Mike Tyson (Haha)
If he call me and I'm sleep, bitch, I'm wakin' up (I'm wakin' up)
It's like every other week, we be breakin' up (Child, please)
The only n***a that can smoke weed in my car
If we get pulled over, stash the weed in my bra
Let him hit raw, might give a baby to him (Yep)
I'm super crazy 'bout him, God know I love 'em hood (God knows)
I ain't goin' nowhere, lets get that understood
I just love my n***as hood (Period)

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle]
The hooder the better, we better together
The richer the n***a, the pussy get wetter
The hooder the better, we better together
The richer the n***a, the pussy get wetter (Yeah)

[Chorus: K. Michelle]
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my n***as
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my bitch
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my dick
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good, I love my bitch
[Verse 3: Kash Doll]
If he ain't a hood n***a, why bother?
Rich'll make me call ya, but both with get you farther
A block baby with more cabbage than a farmer
The type of n***a used to trap out the Mirada
Used to have goals but he got rid of those
Went from movin' O's to fuckin' wit' CEO's
When bad bitches get chose, neck and wrists get froze
And them the type of n***a soak my pussy through my clothes
And um, chocolate brown, nice smile, that's the kind I like
Kinda wild but that n***a got his money right (Right)
If I tell him "It's a go", he won't hit the brakes
And you know that n***a keep that fire on him just in case

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle]
The hooder the better, we better together
The richer the n***a, the pussy get wetter
The hooder the better, we better together
The richer the n***a, the pussy get wetter (Yeah)

[Chorus: K. Michelle]
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my n***as
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my bitch
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my dick
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good, I love my bitch