Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck 'em) Get right witcha Yeah,

You're so bad, you're so bad, you're so 'Cause falling in love is so hard on the knees You know what I want And it ain't one of these You're bad to the bone And your girlfriend agreed That falling in love is so hard on the knees Yeah I got the DT's But

We went down, we cruised round We went down, down, down in the violence We didn't hear no violins We weren't all bad I'm not talkin' about security complex I ain't talkin' about some monochrome duplex I ain't talkin' about some new kinda weird sex The

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid Yeah, the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill Bad bitches and they want the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill, paid Fell

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

Cause I ain't so bad Get along with me babe, Been singin' love songs All of the time Even only be, honey only, only be Sad and lonely, Just a gigolo Everywhere I go People know the part

Name another nigga hot I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I’m just honest A hundred thousand on watches I’m just honest Coupes all on coupes, I’m just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain’t never going back to what we used to

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

I'm on everything Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka All these little young kids ain't got no direction Shit, these lil' kids is on everything I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, weed Sober don't interest me Bout to sip the liquor like

The star maker says, it ain't so bad The dream maker's going make you mad The spaceman says, everybody look down It's all in your mind And you know I'm fine It's all in my mind It started with a low light Next thing I knew they ripped me from my bed And