[Verse One: Kata Bel Air] What up, what up? Who wanna step to the plate? Queen bee b**hes wanna throw that shade Pretty lil thing can't procreate But your man hit my cell like twelve times a day Tryna tell him about my goals and dreams But he only wanna know my game in the sheets It's no mystery I've got the goods he needs I'll feed his fantasy But I don't come cheap Fiddle with his volume when the belt come off Midnight mister cos his mind is dark I make his (!!!!) feel like it's meant to be Who's his girlfriend? Who cares? It's all for me Ha Who's his girlfriend? Who cares? It's all for me Ha Check your unicorn Bed magic, b All signs leading to your majesty Can't have it just once This fantasy Plus your dad is a pretty big fan of me HA Hella Kitty got no mouth cos he spit from the heart Yung Italy, b**h, Sophia Loren in your car Midnight Mister cos his mind is dark Hella Kitty got no mouth cos he spit so hard [x2] k** Will, b**h!