French Montana - Bad Bitch (Remix) lyrics
rate meFt. 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)