Bad (feat. Manno)
My ex just hit my line I know she mad
Didn't even pick up left her on read
Imma act a fool and act a ass
Got a new lil move you know she bad
She know she bad
She drive me mad
Money hungry know I gotta get this bread
Put my team up on it now they say we stacked
I'm a star I know my worth run me the max
Thats it that's that
Conditions met
She just want to be icy and get this cash
She started talking just like me she caught on fast
In the whip we go high speed we almost crashed
And every time we fuck we fuck like it could be our last time
Like to blow the gas in our past time
Gotta keep all my shooters on standby
Think I was Jamaican in my past life
I can't name no other reason why I be so damn high
Whole lot of designer that you can't find
Even if you found it bet you can't buy
Thinking back when I was on my last dime
Now I throw this cash and it got hang time
Niggas pocket watching its so sad
Won't parlay with him if ain't no racks
I'm known to act a fool and act a ass
Got a new lil move you know she bad
My homie reckless with the sticky if you act up
My homie say if he don't get it he gon mask up
Act like I don't know nobody tell em back up
Cause when you balling its gon always be some hackers
Let my girlfriend get a girlfriend if she act good
Bring em back home then I make them do gymnastics
I like to feel the real deal I don't do plastic
Money do backflips
Just like gymnastics
Niggas pocket watching its so sad
Won't parlay with them if ain't no racks
I'm known to act a fool and act a ass
Got a new lil move you know she bad
Yeahh
All of my bitches be bad
Can't fuck with average shit
If she act good Imma buy her a ass
Just catch these packages
I'm tryna see how her shit move when I hit from behind
I popped a perc so lets get active I'm turnt to the max
Lets hit the club got stacks of ones all wrapped up in plastic
Don't give no fuck start throwing hundreds it pay for their classes
I call this paper scholarships and these bitches my athletes
Yeah
Been touching money its time to stack it
Glock 23 sit on my lap moving through traffic
Going full throttle lane to lane I just might crash
And we can't even conversate if aint about a lil bag
Didn't even pick up left her on read
Imma act a fool and act a ass
Got a new lil move you know she bad
She know she bad
She drive me mad
Money hungry know I gotta get this bread
Put my team up on it now they say we stacked
I'm a star I know my worth run me the max
Thats it that's that
Conditions met
She just want to be icy and get this cash
She started talking just like me she caught on fast
In the whip we go high speed we almost crashed
And every time we fuck we fuck like it could be our last time
Like to blow the gas in our past time
Gotta keep all my shooters on standby
Think I was Jamaican in my past life
I can't name no other reason why I be so damn high
Whole lot of designer that you can't find
Even if you found it bet you can't buy
Thinking back when I was on my last dime
Now I throw this cash and it got hang time
Niggas pocket watching its so sad
Won't parlay with him if ain't no racks
I'm known to act a fool and act a ass
Got a new lil move you know she bad
My homie reckless with the sticky if you act up
My homie say if he don't get it he gon mask up
Act like I don't know nobody tell em back up
Cause when you balling its gon always be some hackers
Let my girlfriend get a girlfriend if she act good
Bring em back home then I make them do gymnastics
I like to feel the real deal I don't do plastic
Money do backflips
Just like gymnastics
Niggas pocket watching its so sad
Won't parlay with them if ain't no racks
I'm known to act a fool and act a ass
Got a new lil move you know she bad
Yeahh
All of my bitches be bad
Can't fuck with average shit
If she act good Imma buy her a ass
Just catch these packages
I'm tryna see how her shit move when I hit from behind
I popped a perc so lets get active I'm turnt to the max
Lets hit the club got stacks of ones all wrapped up in plastic
Don't give no fuck start throwing hundreds it pay for their classes
I call this paper scholarships and these bitches my athletes
Yeah
Been touching money its time to stack it
Glock 23 sit on my lap moving through traffic
Going full throttle lane to lane I just might crash
And we can't even conversate if aint about a lil bag
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Writer(s): Manno
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