French Montana - Bad Bitch (Remix) lyrics

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Ft. Rick Ross, Fabolous & Jeremih

(Hook)

Got a good thing going wit a bad bitch

Ya know who to call when ya need it

Wish I had anotha ya, I'm greedy

Sumetimes like that nigga get greedy

Got damn I fell in love wit a bad bitch

Ya know that erry time ya leave me

Even tho' I know how men be talking

I just know that nigga wanna be me

Came in here and fell in love wit a bad bitch

Back then she ain't have shit

Now she grown up, she got ass, tits

Wanna know where she got that ass at

She hit my heart, a toot, toot on it

She got a dump truck, I put a boot on it

Don't mind spending this loot on it

Treat her like my whip, I put sum' shoes on her

(Verse: Rick Ross)

Can’t be talkin' loud homie wit yo G Shock

Laces jumpin' out the foreign wit the T top

Coke boys, niggas got the whole streets locked

Match Beats still eyes on the east side

Pinky ring, may be runnin' wit the Kak-House

It may be sumethin' when ya run into a mob boss

On trial, nigga blind in his left eye

TOC, where the rouges, wet up on the west side

Got to play the game of life like a chessboard

Rip yo hair off, fuck yo arrest warrant

One call, all the shooters on deck boy

Thought she peed on me, pussy so wet boy

Fuckin' all night, now we call it Ross fit

Red Chanel bag fo' the bitches boss hit

Marshawn Lynch, money on offense

Might catch me in the D wit a soft whip

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Pull up wit my niggas, make a move

Red light, green light, no it ain't Gucci

Used to walk up in the store, couldn't afford that

Now I walk up in the store, buying all that

Drink it to the head, man, nigga feeling woozy

Pull up in the ole' school, boy I'm on some new shit

Red to the head, man we getting all that

And shorty phone answers, she don't eva call back

And I can see why these niggas hate me

Pull up in a drop and the watch 80

Pull up to the front but a nigga faded

Got a new crib and the shit gated

Came from the bottom, watch a nigga ball out

Drink it to the head, smoke till ya fall out

Counting up this money, nigga, keep the door locked

All my niggas getting to this money, no lie

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Fabolous)

Nice chick got cake, call her sweet cheeks

Fuck good, clean her house, she a neat freak

I want the 2016, that new prezi

I want sloppy, not a bitch that’s too messy

I done heard all the lies, baby ya can save me that

But sayin' it was mine had to be my favorite

All her friends like girl ya gettin' thick

Dope boys on her like she gettin' bricks

Mami said Lo don’t cross her thing

Now she want the Cartier bracelet and a ring

Stick up and it made me skeet skeet fast

Wasn’t even row, I had the ski ski mask

I’m a road runner, had to beep beep past

See me lookin' square, it’ll be G class nigga

Ay, my main focus is yo main focus

Ya hoes ain’t notice cuz ya ain’t focused

(Hook)