[Intro: Dolemite]
You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard motherfucker
[Chorus: Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
[Verse 1: Aminé]
Campfire, I’m a hot motherfucker
Please, no pictures, I’m a tired motherfucker
Spidey senses tingle when it’s fake niggas
Dreads swinging like they did the Harlem shake, nigga, that’s true
West Coast ’til I d-i-e
If you want respect, look me in my e-y-e
I love my whips like a racist and travel lot of places
Free my nigga, Hef, fuck the police
Oprah for President, CLBN resident
Dis face when I’m disgraced, that’s the nigga in me
Might catch me at a Whole Foods
And if you see that red Mercedes, then you know who
[Chorus: Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T]
Yeah, yeah, campfire, I’m a scary lil nigga
There’s red in my blood like Drew Barrymore, nigga
And my fit on ET, yo shit on EBT
So when you try to flex, I’m like, "What’s yo credit score, nigga?"
Yeah, and that’s word to my granny
Since 14, knew the route like Randy
Everything dandy, gray sweats with the pennies
(Nausea, heartburn) Side effects may vary
Yeah, fuck these niggas, where the child lock? comp
Pen a triple album full of all my children
No difference from Kidz Bop, book ’em in the Hilton
[Chorus: Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch So many hits, I could have my own NOW!

I started it, them niggas borrow it
They can’t help it, haters too selfish
Secret, Good for You the best album alive
Writer and director, actor, rapper, I’m a prize
Leave ’em in the dust, tell ’em level up
I own the color yellow, Pantone, hit me up
Mona Lisa for a feature, my price is priceless
Back in this motherfucker, I gots the -itis
LST on the beat, I love my buck teeth, that’s why I’m so fly
Traitors treat you like a reaper, RIP Kenneka
Practicing this verse up in the mirror like I’m Issa
I’m frank like Aretha, I’m dank like your reefer
Flows keep switching so them niggas better keep up
Chucks on my feet ’cause they cut me a check
I’m ’bout my business, CLBN, take nothing less
Question, Do they have sex in the scenes with the sex? [Verse]
Pull up on these motherfuckers, then I hit the scene
Motherfuckers hate me ’cause I’m all about my cream
Rolling down my window, roll my pride for self-esteem
Yeah, the coolest be the fool-est ’cause them niggas really awkward
Leader and a lover like a mayor and John Mayer
All them nights I stayed up, I get paid up like a lay-up now
Worldwide tour, so them girls wide open
Shows packed out, so the bus pack oceans
Unapologetic (bitch), success is my fetish
Young, black, and handsome, that be my aesthetic, yeah
Fenty on my baby so my boo ain’t got no blemishes
Put the kitty on my face, I could take you on a trip
Tell me who the fuck makes skits for they tour? I know, me, I’m the best Tell me who the fuck makes skits for they tour? What should I be for Halloween?