Chitty Bang (feat. Juicy J & Ty Dolla $ign)

Ya baby momma love me, ya baby daddy hate me Ya bitch wanna fuck me, I said ya bitch wanna fuck And we gon' get it like Chitty, chitty, bang, bang, whoa-oh! I made a detour out of the game when I was hustlin' crack Made a couple of dollars, made a little bit of change, never looked back You could find me at the shooter range, practicing bussin' gats Or in the vocal booth, in this new studio, bussin' raps With some gold on my body, out my body, off Carlos Rossi I'm sloppy, I treat my luxury scraper like a Bugatti La di da di, she like to party off molly, Bacardi Love to get naughty, a hottie, up in the lobby, she stopped me She said "40 Water, where you 'bout to be?" I said "Follow me, follow me, follow me, bitch, room 223" You got to pay me or pay me no attention, that's how it be When you born and raised in the V, Northern Cali, Silicon Valley Paid nigga, yeah, I make it happen, turnin' up, ratchet Thick chick under my arm make your chick look average Thick bitch, yeah, a big ol' ass, poke it like a cactus And she got a face that belongs up in a beauty pageant It's ya boy, Juicy J, trippy, I got realer pimps Balling hard everyday, ratchet bitches can't resist I stay laughing to the bank but my dough ain't funny I run out of rap before I run out of money When I pop a pill, that's foreplay Now I'm all in her face like Olay I'm like "okay", I kill the pussy like OJ When I'm finished with ya woman, she gon' think we soulmates You wanna be around the winners? (A winner) Say you only had a few niggas? (A few of 'em) Girl, I'm just being honest (honest) I know what you want and he's not it (not it) I'm off the shits and I'm wit' it (wit' it, mane) They can't stop us, we gon' get it (get it, mane) I'm just being honest (honest) I know what she want and he's not it That's why--