Lyrics: Lance Sampson
Music: Sam Seguin
She got the suwoo on her bag
Natural born killer
Not your average type uh rag to riches
Now come on, she a bone chiller
She knows, how to rope em in
Got me beggin and a pleading just to get her on the team
Cuz I, got jobs, and got plenty
Just let me know whatever you need, and imma bring it to ya
Hit woman, with plans to get rich
Got yourself in a tight sitch
Come on , get you a hit woman
You don't need another fix
Hit woman, with plans to get rich
Got yourself in a tight sitch
Come on, get you a hit woman
She the realest that it gets
I like a woman with a back bone, ouu she got body
Fee fi fo fum, the earf quake
Dat ass'll leaving em shook like a giant
And She like to get in between the sheets
But don’t call her out her name, NAH
The last brother, found out, the hard way, they never asked of em
Cuz they know that my sugah baby’s a
Hit woman, with plans to get rich
Got yourself in a tight sitch, for sho get you
A hit woman, you won’t need another
Hit woman, with plans to get rich
Got yourself in a tight sitch
Come on, get you a hit
She the realest that it gets, hit woman
I just need you in my life baby
Ohh you a hit woman
I just need you in my life
Baby, don’t leave me alone yea
And I just want, heyyyy
Please don’t hurt me baby
Please don’t hurt me baby
Cause you a hit woman
Ahhhh haaaa, baby I need you
Baby I want ya, oh baby I need ya
Please don’t hurt me baby, hitwoman