Bad

Ay
She want the Cartier
I want your body babe
Comin' like andale
Love when she texts me she on the way
You wanna party hey?
You want a part of me
Probably
It's why you on top of me

You been bad
Hop out the Porsche and you probably hop in the jag
Poppin' them pilly's I only be poppin the tags
Started at Tillys and now we be ballin' at Saks
Used to be nobody now they be tellin' they friends
You've got friends, well I got friends too
We could link, get a drink, then go cop a rental
Hit the party, hit the party
Hit Bacardi in the streets
Like a Rari we go skeet
Bloody bottoms on my feet

Yuh, yuh
Look at the way she look at me
Is she in love with the jewelry?
Diamonds on me like a blueberry
Fuckin' up shit what we stand for
Y'all can not fuck with my tempo
Devilish shit call it 666
Doggin' me like I were 10-4
Sitting on 4 G's, sipping on 40's
Yeah we out here what the fuck you think
Cigarette smokin', drinkin', talkin'
VVS diamonds in a blacked out whip
Doing bad shit with a bad ass bitch
You rather fun, well I rather rich
You wrap a blunt, well I rap a 6
You write a song, well I wrote a diss
Yuh, ay
Don't want this feeling to fade away
We hit a liq' we got paid today
Only be living it day to day
Fuck what you think
Gettin this money since I was a Jit
Hop in the whip
Ride around town with her bun up n shit
You told me you love me that's a lie
You been acting naughty you'se a side
Please don't come to me when you feel lone
I don't need no drama, keep at home

You been bad
Hop out the Porsche and you probably hop in the jag
Poppin' them pilly's I only be poppin the tags
Started at Tillys and now we be ballin' at Saks
Used to be nobody now they be tellin' they friends
You've got friends, well I got friends too
We could link, get a drink, then go cop a rental
Hit the party, hit the party
Hit Bacardi in the streets
Like a Rari we go skeet
Bloody bottoms on my feet



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Dangah
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