M.J. Bad!

Baby girl I been the bomb
You can call me Baghdad
Moonwalking on em
Michael Jackson, boy he been bad
All these niggas fronting
Mane I tell them all to back back
Ain't no shame in wanting more
Want a Louis backpack

Came in the game and done changed Hip-Hop
I remember using birthday money
Shopping at Ross
Now I need a Rollie on my wrist
With no tick tock
And my baby she so fine
Popping with her lip gloss

Smart young nigga but the pen game stupid
Dropped out of college, but forever be a student
Mane she be looking, and she choosing, she choosing
Come and get your girl cuz that drank got her loosely

You so special girl, I see you through a different lens
You started as Corolla, then you grew into a Benz
You be looking good and you look good with all your friends
Shopping, sharing time is the way she like to spend

Feeling like Lucious, building my empire
Admired
Smooth like GQ esquire, the flyest
Floral print on my attire, your highness
Getting exactly what I desire, the Naira

Baby girl I been the bomb
You can call me Baghdad
Moonwalking on em
Michael Jackson, boy he been bad
All these niggas fronting
Mane I tell them all to back back
Ain't no shame in wanting more
Want a Louis backpack

Came in the game and done changed Hip-Hop
I remember using birthday money
Shopping at Ross
Now I need a Rollie on my wrist
With no tick tock
And my baby she so fine
Popping with her lip gloss

Look I'm on the rise, can you feel me?
You can try and break me, but nigga I'm resilent
They don't really hate you, they hate that you consistent
Got a foriegn taste, so I might try a Brazilian

Get me a Nigerian, another from New Zealand
Come back to the States just to make a couple million
Baby I'm a hustler, my dreams pass the ceilings
Meek with the championships, I'm looking for my winnings
Ya dig me

Baby gir I been the bomb
You can call me Baghdad
Moonwalking on em
Michael Jackson, boy he been bad
All these niggas fronting
Mane I tell them all to back back
Ain't no shame in wanting more
Want a Louis backpack

Came in the game and done changed Hip-Hop
I remember using birthday money
Shopping at Ross
Now I need a Rollie on my wrist
With no tick tock
And my baby she so fine
Popping with her lip gloss



Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Anderson, Jeffery Ogonna Ugwuanyi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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