You Bad

(Lacoste James!)
Yeah, yeah (and you know we never goin' broke)
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh (big, big bag)
Mm, mm (they know what I'm on)
4KTrey (Ayo 'Llari, this shit fire)
I just pulled up in that coupe (I don't even wanna say too much)
Yeah, shit
Ice and a foreign thing
You know I ain't got no cut on me, mane (racks in, mm-mm)

I said, "You bad"
Vacuum seal remove some of the air to hide this cash
Choppers burstin', I got, uh, uh, I'm rich, I ain't go to school
Came up from the bricks, I had rocks all in my shoes

I wasn't legalized, I was dirty since a juvenile
Yeah, he can try, from the sky, I'll get him euthanized
I got money for a show, I'm at 150 now
So NBA, I can't go broke, I'm rich, got millions now (rich)

Pulling up back-to-back, the Rolls-Royce, the truck, we the richest
So NBA, I put the Forgis on the Bentley
I got, ooh, ooh, she bad, get her Birkin when she get mad
I'm flyin' with these racks, I vacuum seal this cash

Vacuum seal the cash, that money skeet up
We draw down, won't freeze, all I know is throw them B's up
We be spending that money, we get it and stack it, old broke-ass niggas, keep up
I be popping that X like they relaxants, 24, I be T'd up

I said, "You bad"
Vacuum seal remove some of the air to hide this cash
Choppers burstin', I got, uh, uh, I'm rich, I ain't go to school
Came up from the bricks, I had rocks all in my shoes

I went plain jane
Then bust down your main thing
We tryin' to maintain
I went and copped the whole thang
Damn, that bitch so bad and plus, I love the way she walk
I just got that bag, I'm on a jet to drop it off (drop it off)

Drop it off, pick it up
I was broke as a youngin' and chasing those hunnids, yeah, I had to get it up
In the car with them gunners, we pulling up on 'em, you know we gon' hit it up
Them VVS diamonds all over the planet, wherever I'm sending her

Michael Jackson bad
Ooh, ooh, I let her do the dash
I was on a Perc', might fuck around and crash
When I make love to the money, I be making 'em mad
I might buy a bag

I said, "You bad"
Vacuum seal remove some of the air to hide this cash
Choppers burstin', I got, uh, uh, I'm rich, I ain't go to school
Came up from the bricks, I had rocks all in my shoes



Credits
Writer(s): Dimitri Roger, Angelo Callari, Kentrell Gaulden, Hagan Lange, Unknown Writer, Lacoste James
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