Ten

You don't want a bad bitch
You intimidated
Plus when show up
Niggas chances is eliminated
I knock them wall out
Leave that pussy renovated
Real niggas stand up
If you authenticated
Vindicated
Vegas got me jaded
The swag nigga hate it
But they mad that I made
The streets said I'm fly
I say that's underrated
The cush got me high
But the liquor got me faded
Hold up Keep a bad bitch
But the money keep me motivated
If you see me wit a knew one
Then you know a nigga up graded
Then I roll up on ya x
Like what's up hater
Oh you mad nigga
I don't give a fuck hater
Spectator
I'ma show you take her
She break me off the paper
She can rid it like scraper
Have her stuckin off this dick
Cuz this dick is like a anchor
Oh think I'm sick nigga
Tell it to the banker

You bad
If baby mine then she a ten
She a double take bag
I bet that nigga look again
Ass Ass super fat
Waist waist super thin
Every every thing right
Even her face is a ten
You bad
That why them hoes mad
Bitch you lookin like
Bread ina bag
You bad
That why them hoes mad
Bitch you make
Them hoe's wanna gag
Make those wanna gag

Dollars in the air da da da dollars in the air
Da da dollars da da dollars da da dollars in the air
You scared, you scared
You scared you don't really
Want a bad bitch you scared

Mad
You ain't your bitch first nigga grow up
She fuck good
She suck good so nigga like so what
Besides I'll be right back
She waitin on me to show up
You know what, you know what, quit
Hatin on a hoe n get your doe up, like
Hold up hold up
Tell them hoe's to load up
Tell the ugly one leave
N tell China doll to pour up
Pass the Qty to the back
N tell the rest of them to roll up
So much octane in the tank
I think we finna blow up
Settin fire to blunt
Then we blow it in the air Pussy niggas mad
Really don't care
I'ma boss to these peasants
N feelin ain't fair
Plus, you don't really wanna
Bad bitch youu scared
Brazilian in hair
Hit the pussy wit the nair
And she like share
Cuz I like them by the pair
Tell her bring her friend
Cuz I got more dick to spare
Tell them that I'm here
They grab a flash light like where
You bad
If baby mine then she a ten
She a double take bag
I bet that nigga look again
Ass Ass super fat
Waist waist super thin
Every every thing right
Even her face is a ten
You bad
That why them hoes mad
Bitch you lookin like
Bread ina bag
You bad
That why them hoes mad
Bitch you make
Them hoe's wanna gag
Make those wanna gag

Dollars in the air da da da dollars in the air
Da da dollars da da dollars da da dollars in the air
You scared, you scared
You scared you don't really
Want a bad bitch you scared



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Writer(s): Carroll Alexander
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