Bad Bitches Lyrics

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