| Wake up, F1LTHY |
| Yeah, turn up |
| Yeah |
| Hellcat Kenny, yeah, I’ma fuck your bitch (Ah) |
| Demon child, I could get your mama rich (Graah, graah) |
| Got no problem gettin' in yo sisters kid (Bow, Bow, Bow) |
| Got no problem gettin' all yo children lit (On God, yeah) |
| Hellcat Kenny, this a fuckin' jet (Yeah) |
| I been in the trenches givin' everything back (Everything back) |
| You could ask my homies and my goddamn hoes |
| All this muhfuckin' money off my shows, off of the road (Road) |
| Put these boys on spoke, for fifty, he gone broke (Gra) |
| Hellcat the folks, suck me out my clothes |
| Shawty came with force (Force) |
| Fuck lil' homie claimin'? Keep that on the porch (Ha) |
| I just spent half a million dollars on the Superbowl (No lie) |
| I just bought a ring, cost a Superbowl (Goddamn) |
| I just bought some lean worth a Superbowl (Goddamn) |
| I just fucked a |
| ain’t no |
| (Huh, huh, woo) |
| I’ma big player, you got |
| belt (Yeah) |
| I came in your bed, I drink only red |
| Yeah, killer head |
| She killin' shit |
| Fuck her man, I’m just tellin' you what the broad said |
| I’m whippin' the Benz, no cam on that bitch and that’s all that he said (That's |
| all that he said) |
| I’m fuckin' that bitch in the layup, I didn’t even know she was player |
| Oh, that’s your shrimp? He dressin' in Armani, huh |
| Oh, that’s your bitch? I didn’t just wanna hit |
| I’m jumpin' the fence, I came with the- ayy-ayy-ayy |
| Ain’t nothin' wrong with a man or a zombie, he never gon' play |
| Yeah, come in the crack, and she real bad |
| And she real snatched, never go bad, never gon' cap |
| Fuck a dispatch |
| Pull up a MAC, think you better than me, then you smoke crack |
| I got the racks, if I go broke then she never come back |
| None of these niggas, they statin' the facts |
| Fuckin' that bitch, do it right from the back |
| Most of these niggas, they loyal, hmm |
| I ain’t even gotta look, turnin' my back |
| Some of these niggas, I heard they be rats |
| I walk around with three million in my bag |
| I put the birds in the back of a Track' |
| Cat on my car, but this shit not a Jag' |
| My bitch, she’s a frea-ea-ea-eak |
| She beggin' me just to come piss in her crack |
| I looked at her crazy, I never did' that |
| This my first time doin' that and I did it |
| We pray to the baby 'cause money religion |
| We don’t hold no grudges 'cause business is business, bitch |
| Huh? What? (We pray to the baby 'cause money religion) |
| (We don’t hold no grudges, business is business, like, we don’t hold no grudges, |
| business is business) |
| Bitch |