French Montana - Bad ***** (Remix) Lyrics
[Hook: Jeremih]Got a good thing goin' with a bad *****You know who to call when you need itWish I had another you, I'm greedySometimes like that nigga get greedyGot damn I fell in love with a bad *****You know that every time you leave meEven though I know how men be talkin'I just know that nigga wanna be meCame in here and fell in love with a bad *****Back then she ain't have shitNow she grown up, she got ass, titsWanna know where she got that ass atShe hit my heart, a toot, toot on itShe got a dump truck, I put a boot on itDon't mind spendin' this loot on itTreat her like my whip, I put some shoes on her[Verse 1: Rick Ross]Can’t be talking loud homie with your G-ShockLaces jumping out the foreign with the T topCoke boys, niggas got the whole streets locked[?] still eyes on the east sidePinky ring, may be running with the [?]It may be something when you run into a mob bossOn trial, nigga blind in his left eyeTOC, where the rouges, wet up on the west sideGot to play the game of life like a chessboardRip your hair off, ***** [?], arrest warrantOne call, all the shooters on deck boyThought she peed on me, ***** so wet boy*****ing all night, now we call it Ross fitRed Chanel bag for the *****es boss hitMarshawn Lynch, money on offenseMight catch me in the D with a soft whip[Hook: Jeremih][Verse 2: French Montana & Jeremih]Pull up with my niggas, make a moveRed light, green light, no it ain't GucciUsed to walk up in the store, couldn't afford thatNow I walk up in the store, buyin' all thatDrink it to the head, man, nigga feelin' woozyPull up in the old school, boy I'm on some new shitRed to the head, man we gettin' all thatAnd shorty phone answers, she don't ever call backAnd I can see why these niggas hate mePull up in a drop and the watch 80Pull up to the front but a nigga fadedGot a new crib and the shit gatedCame from the bottom, watch a nigga ball outDrink it to the head, smoke 'til you fall outCountin' up this money, nigga, keep the door lockedAll my niggas gettin' to this money, no lie[Hook: Jeremih][Verse 3: Fabolous]Nice chick got cake, call her sweet cheeks***** good, clean her house, she a neat freakI want the 2016, that new preziI want sloppy, not a ***** that’s too messyI done heard all the lies, baby you can save me thatBut saying it was mine had to be my favoriteAll her friends like girl you getting thickDope boys on her like she getting bricksMami said Lo don’t cross her thingNow she want the Cartier bracelet and a ringStick up and it made me skeet skeet fastWasn’t even row, I had the ski-ski maskI’m a road runner, had to beep beep pastSee me looking square, it’ll be G class niggaAy, my main focus is your main focusYou hoes ain’t notice cause you ain’t focused[Hook: Jeremih]
