Bad b*tch lyrics

[Intro: Red Cafe]
East side, West side, South side
East side, West side, South side

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
I'm with money making n*ggas, money making b*tches
Step out in the town, paparazzi taking pictures
I'm a certified dealer boy George with the blow
He got it for the low, then he go as John Doe
Run up on them hoes, tell 'em we f*cking tonight
First I knock you down, then I'm out, three strikes
Dirty, dirty, red stuntin what I'm ballin for
Look I'm flipping numbers like I'm at the scoreboard
I'm a down ass n*gga, b*tch I'm going live
Tell me how you love it, you can get a super size
I'm tripping on sh*t, I'm on my South beach flow
Some n*ggas get mad, I just get dough
Just met a centerfold, she seen this gang of us
Told her about my street fame, she's said fabolous
Now we got it moving, and I'm a be like vamonos
I'm with the head bussas, you gonna need tylenol

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I got us all, I got us all, I got it hard
I got it full of low, hope my money long
My b*tch bad, she could buy the mall
Dog I got it for the low, my money long
I think I found me a bad b*tch!
Yeah, I think I found me a bad b*tch!
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Squaaaaaaad, Squaaaaaaad
Came to the club flexin too many chains
These girls love my single, they wanna f*ck my name
I can't go corporate call me rocket
Girls get ratchet, Flocka broke? boy stop it
Shout to my pockets my right and my left
Dummies on my teeth, I got dollar sign breath
Oo, I think I found me a bad b*tch
Fake tits, fake ass, I gotta have it!
Round of applauds, baby won't you buss it
Can't give her money, just dope di*k
Mayweather Shawty, all I throw is hundreds
You're the type of b*tch to f*ck for an outfit

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I got us all, I got us all, I got it hard
I got it full of low, hope my money long
My b*tch bad, she could buy the mall
Dog I got it for the low, my money long
I think I found me a bad b*tch!
Yeah, I think I found me a bad b*tch!

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Red Cafe!, Montana!
Uh, my money never fall back
Diamonds flash like Kodak
Bottles of Rosé, soak me way before that
Shout my n*gga Rozay, we're grinding like a floormat
Dunking when I throw that
A hundred drown like hold that
Get it I spend it, top fold drop tinted
Top ceiling, cook a brick five minutes
I'm wit it, got the streets on lock. they're f*cking with that boy
Never pull no work in, you n*ggas unemployed
n*gga deep throat from ya lady
Send her home horse, I dont know Shady
But catch me in the Royce
My money 5'9", doing for the team
f*ck us in the centerfold, here's the magazine
[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I got us all, I got us all, I got it hard
I got it full of low, hope my money long
My b*tch bad, she could buy the mall
Dog I got it for the low, my money long
I think I found me a bad b*tch!
Yeah, I think I found me a bad b*tch!