Rick Ross - Bad b**h (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Jeremih] Got a good thing goin' with a bad b**h You know who to call when you need it Wish I had another you, I'm greedy Sometimes like that n***a get greedy Got damn I fell in love with a bad b**h You know that every time you leave me Even though I know how men be talkin' I just know that n***a wanna be me Came in here and fell in love with a bad b**h Back then she ain't have sh** Now she grown up, she got a**, tits Wanna know where she got that a** at She hit my heart, a toot, toot on it She got a dump truck, I put a boot on it Don't mind spendin' this loot on it Treat her like my whip, I put some shoes on her [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Can't be talking loud homie with your G-Shock Laces jumping out the foreign with the T top Coke boys, n***as got the whole streets locked Max B still eyes on the east side Pinky ring, may be running with the car cost It may be something when you run into a mob boss On trial, n***a blind in his left eye TOC, where the rouges, wet up on the west side Got to play the game of life like a chessboard Rip your hair off, f** your arrest warrant One call, all the shooters on deck boy Thought she peed on me, p**y so wet boy f**ing all night, now we call it Ross fit Red Chanel bag for the b**hes boss hit Marshawn Lynch, money on offense Might catch me in the D with a soft whip [Hook: Jeremih] [Verse 2: French Montana & Jeremih] Pull up with my n***as, make a move Red light, green light, no it ain't Gucci Used to walk up in the store, couldn't afford that Now I walk up in the store, buyin' all that Drink it to the head, man, n***a feelin' woozy Pull up in the old school, boy I'm on some new sh** Red to the head, man we gettin' all that And shorty phone answers, she don't ever call back And I can see why these n***as hate me Pull up in a drop and the watch 80 Pull up to the front but a n***a faded Got a new crib and the sh** gated Came from the bottom, watch a n***a ball out Drink it to the head, smoke 'til you fall out Countin' up this money, n***a, keep the door locked All my n***as gettin' to this money, no lie [Hook: Jeremih] [Verse 3: Fabolous] Nice chick got cake, call her sweet cheeks f** good, clean her house, she a neat freak I want the 2016, that new prezi I want sloppy, not a b**h that's too messy I done heard all the lies, baby you can save it But saying it was mine had to be my favorite All her friends like girl you getting thick Dope boys on her like she getting bricks Mami said love don't cross her thing Now she want the Cartier bracelet and a ring Stick up and it made me skeet skeet fast Wasn't even raw, I had the skeet ski-mask I'm a road runner, had to beep beep past See me looking square, it'll be G cla** n***a Ay, my main focus is remain focus You hoes ain't notice cause you ain't focused [Hook: Jeremih]