[Intro: Chuck D]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9!

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
We twisted, yeah n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a Chase say
Making bitches say OK
Really ain't mean to make you hate your day
But I really got to stunt n***a, 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 n***as 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 n***a like O.J
My jersey, with me n***a
I'm putting on for my team n***a
I'm the quarterback, first string n***a
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 n***a 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 n***as
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 n***a run it
Me and two Os, yeah that's one hundred
My n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a to though