[Verse One: Kata Bel Air]
What up, what up?
Who wanna step to the plate?
Queen bee bitches wanna throw that shade
Pretty lil thing can't procreate
But your man hit my cell like twelve times a day

Tryna tell him about my goals and dreams
But he only wanna know my game in the sheets
It's no mystery
I've got the goods he needs
I'll feed his fantasy
But I don't come cheap

Fiddle with his volume when the belt come off
Midnight mister cos his mind is dark
I make his (!!!!) feel like it's meant to be
Who's his girlfriend? Who cares? It's all for me
Ha

Who's his girlfriend? Who cares? It's all for me
Ha

Check your unicorn
Bed magic, b
All signs leading to your majesty
Can't have it just once
This fantasy
Plus your dad is a pretty big fan of me
HA
Hella Kitty got no mouth cos he spit from the heart
Yung Italy, bitch, Sophia Loren in your car
Midnight Mister cos his mind is dark
Hella Kitty got no mouth cos he spit so hard [x2]

Kill Will, Bitch!