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--