(Booty, booty, booty, booty) I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes Tell her come

And all these bad bitches, man, they want the They want the, they want the Ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' clique, clique, clique, clique, clique As I look around, they don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique (Ain't nobody

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

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

If you know this how you living, put your hands up! Where they at? If you from the streets like me, put your hands up! D Boys on my tease, put your hands up! Independent bad bitches, put your hands up! If you rep your city like me, put your hands up!

Up one now, but you wouldn't even pay attention (Alright) Up one now, know I'm out here on a mission (Uh-huh) Up one now, yeah you need to pay attention (Yeah) Up one now, I'm turnin' all the bad bitches down Up one now, my niggas, they tryna get it

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

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

Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (ha) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, ha) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yeah, don't call me 'til the checks clear (clear) Iced out (stylist), no stylist

I remember being broke and down bad Now I pay nothing for my sneakers 'cause I'm NAV He can't get a feature so he mad I ain't nothing like these rappers they won't last I don't wanna call her now she sad It's 'cause I'm getting money fucking bitches