[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 tripping '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 tripping '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
Eating pussy with a side of wine
No, it ain't no telling 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 our wife too

[Chorus: B. o. B]
Lit, shit be four lit
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch with another bitch
We ain't tripping '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 tripping 'cause we all hit

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ayy, Dolla hit it, B. o. B hit
Uh, T. I. P hit it, Tz hit
Ayy, I feel like we the new Dogg pound
Uh, she know Dolla getting money now
Uh, I'ma pass her like Cam
Yay, I'ma pass her like Peyton
Oo, 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)
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch with another bitch
We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit
Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (OOhh)
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 here (Yeah)

[Verse 3: T. I.]
You know we all wit' it
All my niggas quick to hit and never call bitches
Just might see my lil nigga pulling up wit' y'all bitches
Pick the short ones up, bend it over tall bitch
Ayy, put that phone down
and mind your fucking business, girl
Ayy, put some money up if you so independent, girl
Now 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 heaux
Can't keep your business to yourself
don't go to telling folks
'Bout where you been
and how much pussy you be selling folk
Don't wanna see her with a telescope, tell her tho

[Chorus: B. o. B & Ty Dolla $ign (T. I.) ]
Shit be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah)
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch with another bitch
We ain't tripping 'cause we all hit
Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (OOhh)
Yeah, we all with the fuck shit (Ye-ye-yeah)
Two lit, shit be four lit (Yeeah)
We ain't trippin' 'cause we all here (OOhh)
Yeah yeah, Dolla $ign