B.o.B — 4 Lit

[Intro] 30, you a fool for this one [Chorus: B.o.B] Shit be two lit, shit be four lit Pick me up before six Gutter bitch with another bitch We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit Yeah, we all with the fuck shit Yeah, we all with the fuck shit Two lit, shit be four lit We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit [Verse 1: B.o.B] Yeah yeah, d-d-dat's the shit I like (Hey) I ain't got no type, I can't decide Girls like girls like girls, they can't deny Eatin' pussy with a side of wine No, it ain't no tellin' what we might do When she in a penthouse with a tight view Reefer got me stuck, shit, got my eyes glued Oh yeah, that's my girl and that's her wife too [Chorus: B.o.B] Lit, shit be four lit Pick me up before six Gutter bitch with another bitch We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit Yeah, we all with the fuck shit Yeah, we all with the fuck shit Two lit, shit be four lit We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign] Ayy, Dolla hit it, B.o.B hit Uh, T.I.P. hit it, TeeCee hit Ayy, I feel like we the new Dogg Pound Uh, she know Dolla gettin' money now Uh, I'ma pass her like Cam Yeah, I'ma pass her like Peyton Ooh, I got diamonds on my neck I got diamonds on my rib Put some diamonds on my main bitch Uh, in the Porsche so wavy Put a Rollie on my lady, Dolla need a new baby Eh, she know Dolla stay litty Still ain't heard about Dolla? You should come to my city [Chorus: B.o.B, Ty Dolla $ign & T.I.] Shit be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Pick me up before six Gutter bitch with another bitch We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit (Yeah) Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Oh) Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ye-ye-yeah) Two lit, shit be four lit (Uh, okay) We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit (Sheesh) [Verse 3: T.I.] You know we all hit' it (All hit it) All my niggas quick to hit and never call bitches Just might see my lil nigga pullin' up wit' y'all bitches Pick the short ones up, bend it over tall bitch Ayy, put that phone down and mind your fuckin' business, girl Ayy, put some money up if you so independent, girl But I'm just tryna put some diamonds in ya pendant, get your titties fixed Presidential suites and private jets, outside the city shit One thing I can't stand is a petty hoe (Petty hoe) Can't keep your business to yourself, don't go to tellin' folks 'Bout where you been and how much pussy you be sellin' folk Don't wanna see her with a telescope, tell her go [Chorus: B.o.B, Ty Dolla $ign & Both] Shit be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Pick me up before six Gutter bitch with another bitch We ain't trippin' 'cause we all hit (Yeah) Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Oh, oh) Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ye-ye-yeah) Two lit, shit be four lit (Girl) We ain't trippin' 'cause we all here (Oh) [Outro: Ty Dolla $ign] Yeah, yeah Dolla $ign