[Hook: Jon Connor]
(f**ing right, f**ing right)
If your b**h wanna f** with me
(She f**ing right, f**ing right)
She keep pulling all on my jeans
(She f**ing right, f**ing right)
Every time I step out I ball
(f**ing right, f**ing right)
Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all
(You f**ing right)
There's ten bad b**hes knocking at the door
(You f**ing right)
They all bad b**hes
(You motherf**ing right, you f**ing right)
Theres ten bad b**hes knocking at the door
(You f**ing right)
They all bad b**hes
(You motherf**ing right, you f**ing right)
[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
I do it for my city, that's never gonna stop
Fly city n***a, from my head to my socks
She want a ménage and you thinking I'm not
Won't give me head while the other one watch
Take her to the crib, it's just one of them nights
Ain't loving your b**h but I'm loving my life
You ain't gotta worry who the illest on the mic
Million dollar flow, I got a million dollar life
Loving how I'm living but it came at a price
Million dollar n***a got a million dollar wife
Try to push me to the edge but I never fell off
Had to get it with my n***as, now we living in a loft
n***as wanted me to fail, I don't know what to tell y'all
Haters on my paper, when they get the hell off?
Came back, I had to get it any time I said hello
Said a n***a hated me into a motherf**ing buff
Stay the f** out of my business, can I get a witness?
You're talking to a n***a in the trenches
My own soul relentless, ball with you n***as while y'all watch the game from the benches
Now I'm in the spot, I don't need zone
Getting on the ones I like
She know when to f** all night, man, she looking at me like you
[Hook: Jon Connor]
f**ing right, f**ing right
If your b**h wanna f** with me
She f**ing right, f**ing right
She keep pulling all on my jeans
She f**ing right, f**ing right
Every time I step out I ball
f**ing right, f**ing right
Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all
You f**ing right
Theres ten bad b**hes knocking at the door
You f**ing right
They all bad b**hes
You motherf**ing right, you f**ing right
Theres ten bad b**hes knocking at the door
You f**ing right
They all bad b**hes
You motherf**ing right, you f**ing right
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
It's ten geekers knocking at my trap door
Young Gibbs up in there whipping, working, serving blow
And these FEDs up in my face like gangsta, what you know?
Cause every time I leave the booth I'm a suspect, Flow'll murder them
Finna cop a leg, and a wing, goddamn it
Real muhf**as in the game, understand it
I was ready for the chips with the plug and the bricks
Didn't understand a link but my b**h spoke Spanish
I'm a motherf**ing Midwest rider, Gary, Indiana, east sider
Only thing I serve is that fire, dope blunt, cut, no liar
f**ing right, f**ing right, n***a wanna talk this sh** then hear my f**ing life, f**ing life
n***a, I was in the dope spot, servin licks all f**in' night, f**in' night
Young pimp n***a with a limp, puttin dick to your f**ing wife, f**ing wife
And she gonna hit my phone cause she said you
[Hook: Jon Connor]
f**ing right, f**ing right
If your b**h wanna f** with me
She f**ing right, f**ing right
She keep pulling all on my jeans
She f**ing right, f**ing right
Every time I step out I ball
f**ing right, f**ing right
Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all
You f**ing right
Theres ten bad b**hes knocking at the door
You f**ing right
They all bad b**hes
You motherf**ing right, you f**ing right
Theres ten bad b**hes knocking at the door
You f**ing right
They all bad b**hes
You motherf**ing right, you f**ing right
[Verse 3: Jon Connor]
When they let me in the spot, b**hes rock and send me
Got me feeling like I'm not
The n***a that was already now I feel like I've landed on another planet
Running in circles, my circle got me on a million dollar yacht
Funny how sh** change, n***as looking at me like this sh** just came
Out the clear blue, n***as talking sh**, I can't hear you
Yeah, I knew my vision was realistic when I didn't have a clear view
f** what you say, n***a, leave your mouth, n***a, f** what you say
Sightseeing a** n***a, get the f** out the way
Say I'm lost, same dreams, gonna wake up, a million dollars stuffed in a safe
Feel good, sh** like a ma**age to a n***a, couldn't believe it
It felt like a mirage to a n***a, I've evolved with you n***as to my eyes
Real recognize real and you look like camouflage to a n***a
Out the Midwest, did you n***as leave in that Michigan? Yes
Indiana, Gary and it's scary, we probably should be up in a cemetery
But we focus on this money and we try to be the best
I told y'all this sh** is just paper so we blow it every night, f** Ks
Hold it down for the city that made us
And represent for the hood that raised us
[Hook: Jon Connor]