制作
出演艺人
Jugg Harden
表演者
作曲和作词
Malik Lashay Grimes
作曲
歌词
(Reuel, stop playin' with these ****)
Yeah
I was down ten thousand, that was up to you
When it's time, car shots, it ain't up to you
Five thousand for a 'fit, I'm so comfortable
I might hit a fan, but I ain't cuffin' you
Scared of what? Do them **** look tough to you?
My bitch like money, she ain't fuckin' you
If the opps get the ups, then I'm huntin' you
Got the head, put your clothes on, I ain't fuckin' you
You was actin' tough in the club, now we stompin' you
Talkin' all that bad bitch shit, I could purchase you
Hallucinatin', saw a dead opp, that's what Perkies do
Bitch sayin' I'm a big kid, all I sip is juice
My bitch only like me, she really hate ****
We might hit the same bitch, but it's a pape' difference
I call the chopper RJ 'cause it stay trippin'
I got a pet peeve, broke ****, fake bitches
I like bad bitches 'cause they like me
She said, "Is you rich?" Bitch, I might be
If I take this Perc', it's gon' bite me
She said, "Low-key, you lit," naw, that's high-key
I spent seventeen hundred on some Nikes
You ain't hip, this ain't no ordinary white tee
I like bad bitches 'cause they like me
If I bring that shit out, they gon' indict me
Dick suckin', hoes know that I got big money
Real ****, real ****, can't take shit from me
Pay her tab, what she want? I'm her rich homie
Good with cuz and blood, got four-nick on me
I was on the road hot, I ain't had no license
Chopper ship a **** to heaven, he got expedited
Bro a rule breaker, not a law abider
Pop a **** and forget, he got all-timers
Not EST, but we all shiners
Show me a bad bitch, bet my **** by her
Yeah, it's stepped on, but it's still fire
Caught him thinkin' with his dick like he Quagmire
Miami in the winter, got it feelin' like the summer
Lil' bro confused, he in the field with a jumper
You can get the email, you can't get the number
If I pick you, you a lucky motherfucker
I like bad bitches 'cause they like me
She said, "Is you rich?" Bitch, I might be
If I take this Perc', it's gon' bite me
She said, "Low-key, you lit," naw, that's high-key
I spent seventeen hundred on some Nikes
You ain't hip, this ain't no ordinary white tee
I like bad bitches 'cause they like me
If I bring that shit out, they gon' indict me
Written by: Malik Lashay Grimes
