Bad bitches, we roll with that
My niggas throw up signs like a Zodiac
Paper chase, I was born to win
While your pockets stay thin like the Olsen Twins
Eye of the tiger watch me hit it like a par five
Said she wants the D, so I gave the bitch the hard drive
Step up on the stage and they be screamin' when I'm on
I make the crowd say YEAH like I'm rockin' with Lil Jon
Ha, bought to go down like gravity
These niggas mad that they girl wanna marry me
What can I say, I'm a pretty as nigga
Flow worth seven figures
Throws Rocs like Jigga
My haters on that small talk, pockets getting bigger
When you see me in the mall talk snakes they just slither
So I cut the grass down, watch me just pass now
She wouldn't let me talk playing cards on her ass now
Ha, so asinine with my rhymes
Got that old school flow bred from a different time
You fake like acting drunk from a sip of wine
Turn the beat up till the bass disconnect your spine
I'm out of this world
Matter fact I'm out with your girl
Don't be surprised when she's like Veeno got me these pearls
Ha, Team Veeno going strong you should join
Only time haters get head is when they flip a coin
But I'm out here like flies in the summer
Spitting rhymes never stummer
Make Stevie Wonder wonder
How I don't need shine but my wrist glow
And how my tracks just bang without a pistol
POW!
Ay I don't see none of you niggas
I don't even see nothing but this moola and these chicas
Getting faded, everybody say
Bad bitches we love 'em
Bad bitches we love 'em
Bad bitches we love 'em
Bad bitches we love 'em
Uh, I am more than you can see
What that chick won't do for you then I'll bet she'll do for me
I done seen a lot of people and none of them cool as me
Man I stunt and I shine I don't need no jewelry
Shawty on fire she gon' let it burn
And I'mma pass it to the homie when I'm finished with my turn
Sydney know me I get around like a clockman
Party harder than the lead singers of the rock bands
She go up and down like the big dipper though
She gon' climb up on this dick like a stripper pole
365 everyday my own year
Rock no clothes if that shit ain't my own gear, HA
I know y'all looking bitter, postin' hate up on my twitter
You a pussy kitty litter
Yeah my first name baby but I do not need a sitter
I be chillin' with your chick and you just mad that I did her HUH?
Ay I don't see none of you niggas
I don't even see nothing but this moola and these chicas
Getting faded, everybody say
Bad bitches we love 'em
Bad bitches we love 'em
Bad bitches we love 'em
Bad bitches we love 'em