[Intro: Too $hort & Eric Bellinger]
$hort dawg in the house
League of Starz, bitch
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sorry Jaynari, yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Hope it got nine lives, lives (Ow)
She know I'ma beat the kitty up (Kitty up, yeah)
I'ma beat the kitty up (Kitty up)
I'm-I'ma beat the kitty up (Yeah)
I wanna see you ride, ride (Ow)
Go, go on, baby, giddy up (Giddy up)
Go on, baby, giddy up (Giddy up)
Go, go on, g-giddy up, ah

[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
You know I give that pussy what it want
She said she want a n***a who can stroke
It's 'bout to go down if you with it, uh
You know a real n***a 'bout to kill it
So go on, put some liquor on ice
You know I'm tryna lick it up nice
Girl, I got that don't stop, get it
And you know I want that kitty
[Pre-Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
You say-ay-ay-ay have your way-ay-ay-ay
However you want it (However you want it)
However you feel (However you feel)
So I'm cuttin' your cake, like it's my birthday
You drippin' vanilla, told you I'ma pussy killer

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Hope it got nine lives, lives (Nine lives)
She know I'ma beat the kitty up (Oh, oh, oh)
I'ma beat the kitty up (Woah, ooh, woah)
I'm-I'ma beat the kitty up (Hey)
I wanna see you ride, ride (I wanna see)
Go, go on, baby, giddy up (You giddy up, giddy up)
Go on, baby, giddy up (Giddy up)
Go, go on g-giddy up

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
She came here with you and left with me
It's all about the game, this ain't destiny
I know you real, but I'm realer
Certified West Coast kitty-kat killer
Yeah, I kill that cat, that's why she feel like that
Ain't no trickin', mane, I still got stacks
Ask anybody, I'm a real-ass mack
And suckers like you, gotta peel off racks and give her that
But don't cum too quick 'cause when I hit, I give the bitch long dick
Fuck with me that's all she gon' get
I keep grindin' and I don't quit, bitch
[Pre-Chorus: Eric Bellinger & Ty Dolla $ign]
You say-ay-ay-ay have your way-ay-ay-ay
However you want it (However you want it)
However you feel (However you feel)
So I'm cuttin' your cake, like it's my birthday
You drippin' vanilla (Dolla), told you I'ma pussy killer (Dolla $ign)

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
You tired of that n***a (Ooh, yeah)
You lookin' for a real one to treat you like a woman (Woman)
That n***a corny (Ooh)
He ain't long enough, after you fuck you still horny, damn
Pull up in a Porsche, tell you "Giddy up" (Giddy up)
And know I'ma beat the kitty up (Kitty up)
I'll freak you right, I will (Right, I will)
We fuckin' all night 'til

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
You say-ay-ay-ay have your way-ay-ay-ay
However you want it (However you want it)
However you feel (However you feel)
So I'm cuttin' your cake (Ooh, yeah), like it's my birthday
You drippin' vanilla (Drippin' vanilla), told you I'ma pussy killer

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger, Ty Dolla $ign & Both]
Hope it got nine lives, lives (Ooh yeah; Yeah)
She know I'ma beat the kitty up (Kitty up)
I'ma beat the kitty up (Kitty up)
I'm-I'ma beat the kitty up (Ooh, yeah)
I wanna see you ride, ride (You ride; Ow)
Go, go on, baby, giddy up (Giddy up, ooh)
Go on, baby, giddy up (Oh, yeah; Giddy up)
Go, go on g-giddy up (Yeah)
[Outro: Eric Bellinger]
Ow
Yeah