B.A.B Lyrics

She want to be like keya

That's a good idea

Stalking on my 'gram

She act like I don't see her

These niggas act like hoes

These niggas all madea

Spend a nigga bank account at galleria

Bought two birkins

Call em' tamera and tia

I got diamonds

They like you a walking freezer

All she got is change

She a walking meter

I can't move like that

I can never be her

She keep staring at a bitch

Come take a flick

He told me move that thang around

If you insist

He say you horrible at it

You look too stiff

I'm a bag getter

I never miss

I'm a cash getter

But what is this

I need way more in this bitch

Or it's gone be a problem in this bitch

Or there gone be some niggas walking in

I'm a bad ass bitch

Every time I walk around a nigga throw a fit

I'm a bad ass bitch

All I got to do is post a pic to make em' sick

It's litasskeya and I'm shaking through the yard

Take your man's cash and his credit card

Headstand got em' staring real hard

Little booty making noise in the yard

What you got for me blowing on that gas

Getting lit and you know I'm throwing ass

This that real shit ain't playing no game

Litasskeya bitch remember my name

See that ass got them niggas going woah

Drop it down make that ass go low

Bend it over can you touch your toes

You ain't doing it right this how it goes

I'm a bad ass bitch

Every time I walk around a nigga throw a fit

I'm a bad ass bitch

All I got to do is post a pic to make em' sick

I'm a bad ass bitch

I'm a bad ass bitch