She might move on to rappers and ballplayers
But we all know I hit it first
I hop in the club and boppers show love, and I don't even put in work
I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it first
I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it first

I had her head going north and her ass going south
But now baby chose to go West
We deep in the building she know that I kill 'em
I know that I hit it the best
Candles lit with that wine, money still on my mind
And I gave her that really bomb sex
No matter where she goes or who she knows
She still belongs in my bed
Going hard in the streets, mobbin' with my homies
Sippin' on good, blowin' on OG
Me and ghost sittin' clean with the matching rollie
I did that first so everybody know me

She might move on to rappers and ballplayers
But we all know I hit it first
I hop in the club and boppers show love, and I don't even put in work
I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it first
I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it first

Steady on at the top where we finna be
Apple juice and we mix it with the Hennessy
Give her no dough to come, but I gave her 10 to leave
I bet I hit it first, unless you took that girl virginity
First come, first served is all a player know
But I don't wanna be a player no more
That's a lie, I'm way too fly
I love anything with ass that walk by
Yeah you love her, yeah you hug her and you kiss her
She dome me up, she give me face like some whiskers
Tia's and Tamera's, I be knockin' sisters
And I still hit, while you lonely and you miss her

When I walk in the function
You already know I'm leaving with something
Girls know when I'm coming
I give a girl real proper loving

She might move on to rappers and ballplayers
But we all know I hit it first
I hop in the club and boppers show love, and I don't even put in work
I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it first
I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it first

And if you were to come back to me
Girl I know just how you'd do me
And if you were to come back to me
Girl I know just why you'd choose me
And if you were to come back to me
Girl, I'll get it wet, jacuzzi
And if you were to come back to me girl
We'll make another movie

She might move on to rappers and ballplayers
But we all know I hit it first
I hop in the club and boppers show love, and I don't even put in work
I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it first
I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it first

I put her on, I put her on, I put that girl on
I put her on, I put her on, I put that girl on
I put her on, I put her on, I put that girl on
I put her on, I put her on, I put that girl on
I put her on, I put her on, I put that girl on
I put her on, I put her on, I put that girl on Writer/s: Cash Jones, Nicholas Matthew Balding, Robert Clifton Brackins, Willie Ray Jr. Norwood
Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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