I do what I like, I do, I do I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like I think us bad bitches is a gift from

Tip, tip, tip, tip I got some money to spend Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Man got the habit, money poking out the bag I might hop out on it now, for my city brought it back Bad bitches bust it down, always

I don't know why I came in this club with you, girl Don't know why I came in with these diamonds on my chain Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face Maybe 'cause a nigga handsome and wealthy Is it 'cause a nigga cook like a professor I

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (True) If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it Hold up! Bitches simmer down (uh) Takin' hella

Count my green (my green) Or get in between (those titties) Like my women (like what?) Thick and pretty (pretty and thick) Like my money (woo) Thick and pretty (thick and pretty) Money and bad bitches Hundreds and fifties (fifties) Bitches with titties

Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (young and bad) P-P-Pull up in that Wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance Flood my neck with so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count up them racks (count up them racks) Run up a sack

Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad) AP on me, iced out Tennis chains iced out Whole pointers 'round my neck Looking like a lighthouse (shine) Lil' nigga pipe down, choppa make you pipe down Running man running

I give it all that I got I get the cash and I flip it (yeah) I fuck the baddest bitches Young nigga scrape that pot (huh) Yeah, skrrt out the lot (huh) Life been movin' so fast Yeah, spend this cash (aye) I just been getting to my bag (huh) I just been

Chyah, chyah I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes (chyah, chyah) Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze (Lil Pump) Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove (chyah, chyah, chyah) Too much racks in my pocket that

My world, rhyme vicious White girl, team full of bad bitches Cotton candy, laced in gold Stack that money, sushi roll Bottles up, feeling throw'd V.I.P it, overload George tell em next, half a mill Ugh, hands in the air This is for the bitches getting