I'm lookin' for the hoes (Yeah, yeah)

'Cause I love bad bitches, bro

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

I love bad bitches too

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

I'm rockin' some Trues, what'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, alright, ooh

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

This lil' ho cute, finna ask him what he 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, woo

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

Uh, uh-huh

White in his nose, that shit look like makeup

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, 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