G-Unit: Kitty kat

[50 Cent (Tony Yayo)](Yeah, yeah) Yeah (G-UNIT!!)My Polo on (check) my Dolce on (check)It's my crew and Polow Da DonI get that kitty ma (yeah!) I get that cash booShake that kitty girl, shake that ass hoe![Chorus: woman]Owww, I need cash for my kitty catOwww, I need cash for my kitty catOwww, I need cash for my kitty cat[Tony Yayo:] Well girl I get pussy for free, I'm hittin thatOwww, I need cash for my kitty catOwww, I need cash for my kitty catOwww, I need cash for my kitty cat[50 Cent:] But bitch I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that[Tony Yayo]Big boy Bentley, big boy semiNiggaz wanna kill me, ain't worth nigga penniesI drop a bag off, and the uz' will spray youI need six pockets like a pool tableThese hoes love me, these hoes love my pimpinThey in the Phantom, clickin on they CablevisionDope, I got the Chef Boyardee bagsCoke, I got it runnin out the rehabHoes like, "Why he actin so Hollywood?Cause there's a chauffeur in his 300 Hollywood"I'm hot, no ghostwriter for the micBasically the Hollywood writer on strike, YEAH![Chorus][50 Cent]She got what I want, want (uh-huh)She got what I need, need (that's right)She rollin my blunt, blunt (yeah)Bitch hand me my weed, weed... [growls]I'm so ghetto, I'm so, I'm so ghettoOn the low, I creeps, I moves with my metalI be's in the club with my burner like WHATI done did so much dirt, I ain't tryin to get CUTI'm a bad boy, that bad boy they wan' fuck withThey like that black on black rims on the Caddy truck kidI make that hard white flip, nigga since "Get Rich"My jewels so sick, they talk to a bitchLike, get in get in! You and your friendHe sold ten mil' twice, he fin' to do it againALL ABOARD! Bitch don't miss the train50 that nigga, fuck wrong with yo' brain, huh?[Chorus][Lloyd Banks]I don't pay for kitten, are ya kiddin? Well it's the kidA.K.A., in and out your sister's cribMr. So Fly, I O.D. the storesMy car damn near fly, it got eagle doorsBefore you see me off, you'll see hell freezeYou got a V-12? I got 12 V'sIt's only so many months, you do the mathI'm a smoker, it's so many blunts for you to pass on meGirl you crazy, got on B.B., rollinAnd your mouth'll be, foamin if I keep, keep goinYou might see, me, frozen cause I'm holdin I done told 'emIf yo' game can't control 'em, then she's as good as stolen[Chorus]