Bad Girl lyrics

[Chorus:]
Hotter than wasabi, bet them n*ggas know my name
I'm twisting up my fingers while I'm rolling up that jane
I'm a bad girl, yeah I'm a bad girl
I'm a bad girl, yeah I'm a bad girl
Manicured tips, and my bag is lepard print
Got a nice round booty, and a pare of full lips
I'm a bad girl, yeah I'm a bad girl
I'm a bad girl, yeah I'm a bad girl

[Verse 1:]
OK my heels are 7 inches, Monday through Sunday
I'm walking to the bank as if I'm Tyra on that runway
Catwalk, cheata print leggings, but these b*tches
Hoes staring me down like that fridge in they kitchen
Maybe cause I'm eating, it's bread up in my wallet
And I ain't talking vollyball when I say I got it
That check, that was easy
And you can never be me
These girls want my image like a shortage on they TV
Better get that cabel, cuase Imma be direct
I'm way over your head, like a [?] on your neck
And I'm putting on a show, call me the director
Hoes riding my di*k like pasingers on that Metro
But that is expected when you kinda dope
I roll the blunt, he roll his tongue, yeah that's kinda dope
And I'm kinda cool, [?]
[?] I'm in the front, like Chinies bangs
[Chorus:]
Hotter than wasabi, bet them n*ggas know my name
I'm twisting up my fingers while I'm rolling up that jane
I'm a bad girl, yeah I'm a bad girl
I'm a bad girl, yeah I'm a bad girl
Manicured tips, and my bag is lepard print
Got a nice round booty, and a pare of full lips
I'm a bad girl, yeah I'm a bad girl
I'm a bad girl, yeah I'm a bad girl

[Verse 2:]
This for all the girls riding in the fast lane
This for all the girls twisting up they own plane
This for all the girls who can buy they own [?]
Been stacking up [?] very up
Pink up on my nails, but don't ever take me lightly
I'm known to make a scene, might as well call me Spike lLee
Rolling, I'm just getting [?]
Tryna count these chips like the dealer playing Poker
I'm playing that joker, cause you know that I'm wild
And if I take your n*gga, you can blame it on my style
Blame it on my bars, you know I got groupies
All about my paper, I'm addicted to this loose lief
Rings over my fingers, I feel like Jordan
Got these rappers shook like they living in New Orlands
Shout out to Catrina, [?]
If you ain't talking cash, then we cannot mingle
[Chorus:]
Hotter than wasabi, bet them n*ggas know my name
I'm twisting up my fingers while I'm rolling up that jane
I'm a bad girl, yeah I'm a bad girl
I'm a bad girl, yeah I'm a bad girl
Manicured tips, and my bag is lepard print
Got a nice round booty, and a pare of full lips
I'm a bad girl, yeah I'm a bad girl
I'm a bad girl, yeah I'm a bad girl

[Outro:]
Get it, get it, get it, if you a bad girl
Get it, get it, get it, [?]
Get it, get it, get it, if you want a bad girl
He want a bad girl
He want a bad girl
So work, work, work
Twerk, twerk, twerk
Work, work, work
Twerk, twerk, twerk