Bad Boy

Shawty got potential, but he don't need a sponsor

You should see his goons more niggas than a concert

Body like Teyana, stomach looking proper

Eyes half closed, cause she's smoking on a that gunja

Hold up!

Hard denims and cardigans they all rugby

He my little bad boy, Sean Puffy!

Giving me stacks some racks Tee take that

Smoking on that James brown its the pay back

I'll be his hood girl, I'll put that grind in him

So inked up, I could write my rhymes with them

He gave me all of his, but let me roll with mine

And his shoe spiked up like a porky pine.

He love my Harlem ass

The way my swag pop a real bad bitch, never needed ass shots!

Two door coupe all white whole thang

Cause when I see him I be like honey and that cocaine

A bad boy, real when I need a rep

And his only competition is the IRS

A bad boy, a real one I need that

And his only competition is the IRS

Make money, money

Make money, money

Make money, money, make money, money

And everybody

Say take money, money, take money, money

Take money, money, take money, money

IRS!

Yo well he's a bad boy, but it feels good, though

I'm out rapping while he chilling in the hood, yo

All the girls want the money, I don't need shit

Cause look I do my own work on some queen shit!

He know he hot shit, money in his pockets

Swag out the world they see him and he's a topic

He beat the kitty up a dog like Y.G.

Them Jordan’s all fire, jewels icy

Uh, him stupid is not likely,

Cause all my guys hood smart I like them just like me!

Now we're down at the club with some weed smoke

And a G knows G cause a G knows

Hit the mothers say something this bitch is awesome

Bonnie and Clyde through the game cause we bossin….

I want a thug life run we with them bad toys

But its all good cause

He's a, he's a...

A bad boy, real when I need a rep

And his only competition is the IRS

A bad boy, a real when I need that

And his only competition is the IRS

Make money, money

Make money, money

Make money, money, make money, money

Say take money, money, take money, money

Take money, money, take money, money

IRS!

You're my little bad boy, bad boy, bad boy (2x)

Hold up!

Who needs a bad boy, but it feels good though, good though (2x)