(Pull some of that bass out Bruce)

Fuck it up, bitch, do it on the dick
Blow a bag quick but I never been a trick
I'm in her livin' room, back to back with yo' bitch
She only let me hit it 'cause a nigga got hits (Ron-Ron do that shit)
Fuck it up, bitch, do it on the dick
Blow a bag quick but I never been a trick
I'm in her livin' room, back to back with yo' bitch
She only let me hit it 'cause a nigga got hits

I'ma let a bitch choose, you don't pick her out (pick her out)
You gon' put her on your page, I'm gon' dig her out (dig her out)
You gon' cuddle with the bitch, I'm finna kick her out (I'm finna kick her out)
Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches, what a nigga 'bout (that's what a nigga 'bout)
Fuck it up bitch, do it on the dick (on the dick)
She only let me hit it 'cause a nigga got rich ('cause I'm rich)
I've been sippin' lean like a nigga got sick (like I'm sick)
You pull up with yo' homie like that nigga ain't snitched (ayy)
I keep a Glock with a drum, call it Nick Cannon (Drumline)
You gon' let her in your car, I leave the bitch stranded (ayy)
I'm a real heart breaker, leave a bitch damaged
Like a magic show, I'm finna make a bitch vanish (a bitch vanish)
I got commas in my bank like a phone number (like a phone number)
She keep callin' me, I say she got the wrong number (ayy)
I got commas in my bank like a phone number (like a phone number)
She keep callin' me, I say she got the wrong number (wrong number)

Fuck it up, bitch, do it on the dick
Blow a bag quick but I never been a trick
I'm in her livin' room, back to back with yo' bitch
She only let me hit it 'cause a nigga got hits
Fuck it up, bitch, do it on the dick
Blow a bag quick but I never been a trick
I'm in her livin' room, back to back with yo' bitch
She only let me hit it 'cause a nigga got hits

I'm with my bang bro, finna bang it out
Get straight to the fuckin', we ain't makin' out
Only hit one time, now she ain't allowed
Had to fuck her in the whip, I can't show her the house
Since I gained a couple pounds I can't chase a bitch
I'll take bitch phone, tryna take a flick
She been plottin' on this dick, now she make the list
The way I hit it from the back how you make a kid
You heard a nigga got a bag, what it look like?
Spent sixty on the whip, this the good life
Made ten in a day, it's a good night
Yo 'Gram lit, with no car, that don't look right
Tryna tell me about yo' life, bitch, shut it up
I'm tryna bust a quick nut just to sum it up
Before I ever hit a bitch, gotta buckle up
I'll turn a bitch out, fuck turnin' up

Fuck it up, bitch, do it on the dick
Blow a bag quick but I never been a trick
I'm in her livin' room, back to back with yo' bitch
She only let me hit it 'cause a nigga got hits
Fuck it up, bitch, do it on the dick
Blow a bag quick but I never been a trick
I'm in her livin' room, back to back with yo' bitch
She only let me hit it 'cause a nigga got hits

Copyright: REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Bruce Johnson, Fenix Rypinski, Laron Robinson, Mike Sherm