[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
We twisted, yeah ^!$$% we twisted
Got a couple bad (*##$es

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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% Chase say
Making (*##$es say OK
Really ain't mean to [?]

But I really got to stunt ^!$$%, look this way
I'm $#&@ing Hit-Boy, I'm $#&@ing [?], she $#&@ing 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]
We twisted, we $#&@ing twisted
Got a couple bad (*##$es that wanna get high

They wanna get live(?), they wanna get high
And I don't even smoke, but my ^!$$%s do
So go light up girl, go really get loose

And we can get it going we can take it to the room
Hit her with the get $#&@ed option


[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]
I'm rolling, I'm rolling
Knocking (*##$es 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 ^!$$% like O.J

My jersey, with me ^!$$%
I'm putting on for my team ^!$$%
I'm the quarterback, first string ^!$$%

Straight tossing (*##$es like flea flickers
These kickers, all turf
Running this field, thats hard work

$#&@ all night and I'm all surf
My stock high, what y'all worth?
No benzes, [?]

That front end, spent it
That back end, stacked that
$500 for the snake-skin snapback

And that's word to my ^!$$% Don C
Updated fresh, what you know about me?
Love having sex with a double dime piece

She a 20 on the scale what you know about [?]?

[Hook]


[Verse 3: Big Sean]
$#&@ these (*##$ $$# niggis

(*##$es 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 $$# man do I look like Diggy?
Bend it over on me, can you do it like Nicki?

#~!!@ all wet, we stay sticky, sticky
Yeah, I lost my mind, bet I won't lose my money (No)
Picking up change, do I look bum-y? (No)

She keep blowing when the [?] ain't running
Staying in shape because you know a ^!$$% run it
Me and two Os, yeah that's one hundred

My ^!$$% 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 $#&@ 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 ^!$$%s don't know about

Cuz

[Hook]

[Outro: Big Sean]

And Hit-Boy get these hoes man, aw %#@!
So damn, nasty, she so nasty
I'm a nasty ^!$$% to though