Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

I love bad bitches too

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

I'm rockin' some Trues, well, it's new

Von told me to rap my ass off

Shit, I'm tryna tell him the same

Get to the guap, I'm tryna take this shit far

But never forget where I came

I want the richy-richies, but I don't really care for fame, uh-huh

I want the tracky-trackies

This lil' ho aggy, he ask do my son need a daddy?

I been poppin' it, my old ho keep tryna stop me

My old friends turnt, wishy-washy

Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

I love bad bitches too, a'ight, ooh

Put me on planes, when I land, I'll still take flight

This lil' ho cute, finna ask her, "What are you doin' tonight?"

Green in the cup, but it taste like Sprite

I love it so wrong, but it feel so right

Uh-huh, it feel so right, uh-huh

Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh

They talk real big, but they sharin' they pipes, whoo

They callin' me Caitlin, I'm ballin', get your pape' up

Uh, uh-huh, white in his nose, that shit look like make up

Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, I love bad bitches too

Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, I love bad bitches too

Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, I'm tryna get rich

So fuck out my face, tryna lay up

Uh-huh, I love bad bitches too

Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, I love bad bitches too

Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh, go