You know you bad
You got a n***a that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad
You say he do you bad
And I'ma f** you down in the pad, Gucci kicks
Young rich n***a and you know that I'm the sh**
Young rich n***a and you know that I'm the sh**
And you know that I'm the sh**, ooh ooh
Young fly n***a, I won't never land
Young fly b**h, she like poppin' bands, uh
She gon' pop that p**y, she don't pop no xans, oh
I be poppin' sh** and I pop rubber bands, yeah
I was poppin' sh** before my first advance
Ayy see I probably f**ed his b**h, that's why lil homie mad, yeah
I probably told that b**h don't want no strings attached, yeah
I know I told that b**h that I ain't comin' back, yeah
Uh uh, shoppin' bag, we don't never brag, yeah
Put my lil one in the 'Bach, we don't do the Jags
Ayy this a Maybach back, this ain't no Louis bag
f** her in a Gucci rag, I been in my Gucci bag, yeah yeah
You know you bad
You got a n***a that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad
You say he do you bad
And I'ma f** you down in the pad, Gucci kicks
Young rich n***a and you know that I'm the sh**
Young rich n***a and you know that I'm the sh**
And you know that I'm the sh**, ooh ooh
Young fly n***a and I need a fly b**h
You ain't tryna f**, I tell that ho bye b**h
Don't nobody know, we gotta keep it private
One thing about this b**h, she know how to ride dick, yeah
I got some issues with this love and this trust sh**
Some b**hes gon' f** over you so watch who you f** with
These n***as gon' f** over you so watch who you f** with
Go to war with the world when it comes to my young b**h
I ain't trippin' 'bout no money, got some racks on me
Won't you bend it over, bring it back on me
I ain't trippin' 'bout no money, got some racks on me
Won't you bend it over, bring it back on me, yeah
You know you bad
You got a n***a that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad
You say he do you bad
And I'ma f** you down in the pad, Gucci kicks
Young rich n***a and you know that I'm the sh**
Young rich n***a and you know that I'm the sh**
And you know that I'm the sh**, ooh ooh
Tryna f** me raw, b**h where they do that at? yeah
Told that b**h that she can't f** if she don't s** on that, yeah
Go'n and jump on that, yeah, I need front and back, yeah
I need front and back, yeah, I ain't gon' front on that
Oh, I need head and tails, need me a Cinderella
She canary yellow, drippin' on me a** up
Go'n put them legs up, girl let me bless you
I got somethin' to tell you
You know you bad
You got a n***a that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad
You say he do you bad
And I'ma f** you down in the pad, Gucci kicks
Young rich n***a and you know that I'm the sh**
Young rich n***a and you know that I'm the sh**
And you know that I'm the sh**, ooh ooh