Just throw me the ball, and I'm gonna hit it with a bat /Yeah! these hatas spilling salt on my name /I don't care about the fortune and fame/Boy quall all your controversy/ Stop worrying about my paper, why you mad cuz I'm getting to this money/got your face all frowned up/ Let me call my goons,Cuz it's time to round up /Yeah!You hear the sounds of the sirens, mound up/ Yeah! When judgment day comes what you gonna do/Your time is ended /Your time is up, baby what you gonna do /I'm gonna tell you what you won't do/Give me your soul and I release all your demons/Now it's time to fly high in the sky/Don't ask why you're flying in the sky/ Calling all Angels, Archangels, Guardian angels, Round up ,Yes I'm winning ,your head spinning Yeah!These haters constantly spilling salt on my name/ Yeah!It's Lady Mochaa'!!? Let me make it clear ,before I make you disappear we flying high in the sky deuces goodbye!