[Intro: T-Pain]
Hey... heeeeey, T-Pain {Hitmaker...}
(Them bad b**hes gon' link up) hey, (them bad b**hes gon' link up) yeah
(Them bad b**hes, them bad b**hes, them bad b**hes gon' link up)
Le'go
[Hook: Trey Songz & (T-Pain)]
Gettin' money, whole lot of money
They got their own, ain't want nothin' from me
n***as wanna see 'em, b**hes wanna be 'em
Ay, get your drink up, bad b**hes gon' link up
(Them bad b**hes gon' link up, them bad b**hes gon' link up)
(Them bad b**hes, them bad b**hes, them bad b**hes gon' link up)
(Them bad b**hes gon' link up, them bad b**hes gon' link up)
(Them bad b**hes, them bad b**hes, them bad b**hes gon' link up)
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Pecan, puerto rican, blackanese
All my b**hes steppin' in Louboutins, spend a couple racks on them jeans
LIV on sunday, King Of Diamonds Monday
They not goin' in no club unless they comin' out with that money
They spend it, they spend it, they winning, they winning
Got a bad clique, you ain't a bad b**h then you ain't 'bout to be in it
I be drippin' of the murder, b**h you know you want a picture
Comin' out, straight bummin' out, but they turn around when they see her
(Bad b**hes gon' link up) and we gonna do whatever we think of
Got b**hes all in Bugatti's at my crib to come and pick me up
(Bad b**hes gon' link up) you know how many bad hoes I own?
I got pimpin' in my blood, somebody get Taz on the phone
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Trippy... trippy
Thumbin' through a check with a bad b**h, she's a hollywood actress
Don't worry 'bout what we doing ho, all you need to know is we cash checks
My other b**h is a supermodel, and her p**y gets super wet
Me, her and my actor b**h 'bout to have us some group s**
Bad b**hes gon' link up, patron shots gon' drink up
We ball out all week long, you broke n***as can't keep up
I make it rain I gotta sweep up, she s** it slow and then speed up
Poolparty on the rooftop, you need a helicopter to see us
Ballin' out cause I'm rich as f**, ballin' out cause she pissy drunk
You ain't imagine that loud pack then hell no you can't hit the blunt
Pullin' up in my foreign car, that spare tire go in the front
Damn right I got my hood behind me, that purple stuff all in my pot
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Aisha lemme lick up on that cat
Hit it while you kissin' on that, get it from the back
I keep a bad b**h to breed bad b**hes back
Pretty in the face with a a** hella' fat
Bad b**hes link up, bad b**hes wa**up
And if you mad b**h it's cause you average so shut the f** up
Get your drink up, pretty blowin' that's stink up
Strokin' forever need her, you broke, you gon' never meet her, see them
(Bad b**hes gon' link up) and I'mma try to f** them all
Then I tell her bring some more, I'mma let 'em buy the mall
(Bad b**hes gon' link up) and for every b**h that I own
That ever texted my phone like, "can you bring some b**hes home?"
This for y'all
[Hook]