Baddest B!tch

No rehab for the baddest b***h
I'm blowing up like a wishlist
Stacking up all of this money like it's christmas list
I got red diamonds on my wrist

Listening to versace on my wishlist
You know we ballin on a mad tip
Your b***h give me mad lip
I let her have it when she grab it
She give me good brain like a addict
Shooting cum like a semiautomatic

Turn down burger king boy with a
Automatic, I can't hear your music
Too much static
Never wanted to be friends with a addict
Your a Fein for the weed, you just have to have it
Not even high like a dog on catnip
You don't even know how to really spit
Mind as well throw your career down the pit
That must've burned here is a medkit
No I mean death certificate
I just killed your career
Now I'm your worst fear
Here is some wine and some beer
Oh shit my bad, that still stings doesn't it?
Well too bad, Mane

No rehab for the baddest b***h
I'm blowing up like a wishlist
Stacking up all of this money like it's christmas list
I got red diamonds on my wrist



Credits
Writer(s): Bradley Randall
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