Cam Meekins - Bad for It lyrics

rate me

Ft. Witt Lowry

(Verse: Cam Meekins)

Ya know I got it, come get fo' me

Ya was on my mind, that's a different story

I seen ya in the city where I rest at

No I'm stressed at, roses that

Let money come and I get that

That's on yo summer, I guessed that

Know I had to do it fo' ya

Nobody's gon' do it fo' u

If ya ain't working, ya ain't loyal

I can't stay with ya if ya ain't royal, on my king shit

Smoking loud in the green room right befo' I sing shit

Yeah, that's real, go to every city

Brand new jeans, white boy looking pretty

Million dolla deal, I'm just tryin' to do fitty

Need a girl with an Instagram popping with me

Yeah, and ya know that

See me in the bean town, that's where I grow at

Catch me at the Seas game, that's where yo hoe at

Rappers got hot so I had to take the flow back

That's word, she need a triple threat

I need a bad bitch, an 11 outta 10

I'mma call ya back baby, just one sec

This thing's what's next

(Hook x2: Cam Meekins)

So just work fo' it, beg fo' it

Grab fo' it, don't ask fo' it

I spend this cash fo' it

I'm mad fo' it, that's my bad fo' it

But I'm a young ass king that been bad fo' it

(Verse 2: Witt Lowry)

It's funny how it all came outta the blue

Young king getting nothing but twos

In a world filled with nothing but rules

In a room filled with nothing but fools

I'm ova here, I'm tryin' to figure it out

But fuck 'em, I did that shit fo' a fact

I still remember when a venue wouldn't give me a set

I still remember when this girl wouldn't send me a text

And now it's Witt, you're the one up next

I knew that shit, I do this shit

Fuck ya, ya bitch, maneuver quick

If I'm the shit then I'm poop and piss

I still remember selling burgers like I'm stupid rich

Got looped to get a dumb and a stupid kid

Look through my tips, my time fo' some minimum pay

Most of y'all are probably thinking, okay

Go to work everyday and complain on my Facebook page

About how much I hate my job and my boss is lame

We're not the same, I'm in my zone, I'm in my lane

It's funny how it's money that'll make us change

And man it's funny how it's money that'll make us rain

See, ya could buy a lotta shit, but ya can't buy brain

They'll take my brain the day that I go out

But what would ya expect with a mind, oh so profound

Every girl from my town is now oh so down

It's funny how they switch up when they hear my sound

From lost to found, girl I don't care of ya sing

I fuck with me, me and me, I don't care who ya bring

What's a pawn to king? What's an arm to a wing?

What's a job to a boss? What's a loss to a win if... fuck! I digress

A couple pretty girls send me snaps of they chest

Surrounded by sin, I don't want to live less

So I always keep my morals in check, motherfucka, it's Witt!

(Hook x2)