Lil Baby, Chris Brown and Tory Lanez - 2 Bad Bitches
Got two bad bitches on me, me (bad bitches on me)
You ain't gotta ask, I'm geeked, geeked (you ain't gotta ask)
Lil' mama twerk that ass on me, me (ass)
There's way too much cash on me
And I came here to spend it (oh)
You know that I do what I want to (oh)
No talkin', I'm gettin' it (oh)
And I can spend it on you
Baby, two bad bitches on me
Two watches, one Richard, one bag, it AP
I was gon' get the bags from AZ
Trap house back door, been hard, Tay Keith
Three-point-five, Backwood KD
Last time I hit the club, I knew I blew a thirty
Racks, somebody tell the DJ run it back
Facts, somebody tell the opp we on they ass
Knew a girl that used to scam, so I paid cash
Catch me out the lot every few months, I paid the tax
Really in my bag, ain't like for me to brag
But you niggas ain't got swag, you should come and get a class from me
Got two bad bitches on me, me (bad bitches on me)
You ain't gotta ask, I'm geeked, geeked (you ain't gotta ask)
Lil' mama twerk that ass on me (on me, me)
There's way too much cash on me
And I came here to spend it (oh)
You know that I do what I want to (oh)
No talkin', I'm gettin' it (oh)
And I can spend it on you
I got a droptop, baby, is you cruisin' or what?
I'm with a hot girl, hoochie coochie, shakin' her butt
My Lord, double trouble give me two for one
I'm in her head, she give me head, said I bet' not cum
Okay, but don't you drop that dun-dun-dun
California, smokin' that la-la
I got both bitches goin' up
I told her work it, work it, work it, mama
She a freak in the bed, but I respect her in public
She let me pull on her hair, and she be fuckin' and cussin'
I tell her go, baby, baby, go, and act like it's nothin'
I need some more, yeah, I need some more
Maybe your cousin, she bad
Got two bad bitches on me, me (bad bitches on me)
You ain't gotta ask, I'm geeked, geeked (yeah, you ain't gotta ask)
Lil' mama twerk that ass on me (me)
There's way too much cash on me (oh, na-na)
And I came here to spend it (oh)
You know that I do what I want to (oh, baby)
No talkin', I'm gettin' it (yeah, yeah)
And I can spend it on you
Every bitch inside the club wanna fuck me and that's how I feel
I just put the pussy to sleep on a NyQuil
Said she wanna fuck me some way that it's ideal (wait)
Hop out, we fuck wherever I feel like (ooh)
We gon' get this money like the Backstreet
Runnin' through the pussy doin' numbers like a math sheet
Baby know I'm ballin' like a motherfuckin' athlete (Tory)
Stunt like the coach, lil' bitch, I'm in the staff seat
Don't ask how my wrist got so freeze
Like chips, bitch, that's not your cheese
Plus I'm in a whole 'nother league
Took two, now I need a whole 'nother three, yeah
Got two bad bitches on me, me (bad bitches on me)
You ain't gotta ask, I'm geeked, geeked (you ain't gotta ask)
Lil' mama twerk that ass on me, me (ass)
There's way too much cash on me
And I came here to spend it (oh)
You know that I do what I want to (oh)
No talkin', I'm gettin' it (oh)
And I can spend it on you
Written by:
Dominique Jones, Daystar Peterson, Chris Brown
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