Lyrics

[Intro] Uno (Bitch), dos, tres, cuatro (Six-figure, six-figure) Uh, Killa (Killa), Dipset (Killa), Killa (Killa) Killa (Killa), Killa (Killa), yo [Verse 1] I'm in a whip, pedal smashin', Ma$e went to church Settled down, imagine it (Psh) Who me? Devil's advocate, shit Tell a tale to cry, just so you could fail to lie Me and Un, Suge and Pac would go to jail and die for this Fuck school, A&E murder major CLK 'sured the flavor, uh, now listen to the coach You heard the players, got schemin' targets (Schemin' targets) Philly hoes boostin' for me out of Neiman Marcus Real hot while you fast amount (Fast amount) Gucci jean suit, jacket felt, oh, yeah, matching belt Uh, she so independent But I slap her (Why?) 'Cause I ain't slap a ho in a minute I'm low, low, low in a Range Rov' tinted (Tinted) Same four frontin' be the same four who get it, uh And we big cats, J cats, click triggers Pig nigga, bring the hook in, six figures [Chorus] To my cats with the ice who don't need no wife We getting head tonight (Whatever) To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call Get his money and ball (Whatever) [Verse 2] Cats, don't mess with ya'll 'cause ya'll are dummies (Dummies) Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell 'em, "Let's get money" Get it, get a Benz, come through on twenties Me and Jim Jones stay fighting two on twenty Fuck it, the hood scary and all my whips, they should vary (Vary) Y'all cheap niggas still shoppin' up in Woodbury I'm Viv Westwood, Karl Lagerfeld Salvatore Ferragamo ('Gamo), John Galliano, uh And my girls they be blessin' me first (Why?) Took 'em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt And I put that on the death of me first, test me to squirt Best be alert, 'cause, yo, sexy could hurt, uh 'Cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy chick (Uh) I need a "Here ma, boof this in your pussy" chick All these sleazies tryna be my Hillary Winnie or Weezy, lady, take it easy [Chorus] To all my cats in the club who be dead at the bar We gettin' head in the car (Whatever) To all my women whippin' a Jeep, gettin' the suite Have 'em lickin' your feet (Whatever), yo, yo [Verse 3] Let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em, let's get 'em, get all of his spendings Grab him and flip it while Killa get all of the women Bacardi and lemon, Ferrari is lemon, party in linen Sorry I'm limpin', I'm just frontin', ya'll Ya tittes, I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em (Suck 'em) If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em (Fuck 'em) Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' to duck 'em Lyin', I love 'em, have em with a pie in they oven, shit Diss me? Y'all a dime a dozen No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband, shit That'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes (Clothes) I'm at the Tunnel, they let in 500 hoes (500 hoes? Let's go) I'm at the bar, see shorty is bent My ratio up in here, fuck, 40 percent, shit Drinkin' sour Amaretto, yo, whatever Forever, but won't stop my cheddar [Chorus] To all my cats with the ice who don't need no wife We getting head tonight (Whatever) To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call Get his money and ball (Whatever) To all my cats in the club who be dead at the bar We gettin' head in the car (Whatever, gettin' head in the car) To all my women whippin' a Jeep, gettin' the suite Have 'em lickin' your feet (Whatever) [Outro] And I don't care how bad no chick is I ain't licking nobody feet (Whatever) Killa (Whatever)