B.M.F. lyrics

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
She a bad little b*tch with a fat ass
She baby mama fine, blow money fast
She a heartbreaker, put your heart in a cast
She 'bout money first, you better have cash
I'm a rich n*gga with a safe in the bag
I've been getting fly so long, I'm getting jet lag
Taking your b*tch shopping, we don't check tags
Popping sh*t everywhere, we don't check that
I'm a rich n*gga, need a bad b*tch
With a slim waist, but she still thick
And she look like she work out at Fitness
With a cute face and some fat lips
f*ck on that b*tch, I make her do backflips
I'm smashing, that ain't my b*tch
Got her running back like they addicted
I dig in, give them good di*k

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Hood n*gga, so I stay on that bullsh*t
I'ma dog on these hoes like a full-bred pit
f*ck on that hoe, put the di*k on her lip
I pull up with the stick, empty the clip
It's in my blood, treat her like a pimp
Put fire to it and get high like a blimp
Smoking cookie, get head, eat shrimp
I remember I ain't used to have nothing but lint
I'm checking the package and when it get sent
I wanna f*ck, I just give her a hint
Louis V belt what you spend on your rent
Got a foreign with me in a foreign with tint
Before you kiss her, make sure she use mouth rinse
I f*cked her and sent her back home, you can have it
I just wanna f*ck, ain't thinking 'bout marriage
Got two b*tches with me: Spanish and Arab
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
She a bad little b*tch with a fat ass
She baby mama fine, blow money fast
She a heartbreaker, put your heart in a cast
She 'bout money first, you better have cash
I'm a rich n*gga with a safe in the bag
I've been getting fly so long, I'm getting jet lag
Taking your b*tch shopping, we don't check tags
Popping sh*t everywhere, we don't check that
I'm a rich n*gga, need a bad b*tch
With a slim waist, but she still thick
And she look like she work out at Fitness
With a cute face and some fat lips
f*ck on that b*tch, I make her do backflips
I'm smashing, that ain't my b*tch
Got her running back like they addicted
I dig in, give them good di*k

[Verse 2: MadeinTYO]
Addicted to guap, ooh
Heard you be cuffing them thots
First class, getting top
Spiffy, so the beat knock
Run it up, she a runner
Stripper all for the hundreds
She in Onyx, off of Percs
Thick b*tch better work
Sleeve on froze-y
These little hoes, ew
Smoke out a bowl-y
Mouth on gold-y
She clean me up when she finish
She want to cuddle off Lenox
I put the Gucci on tennies
Dropped a verse, then I sent it, gone
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
She a bad little b*tch with a fat ass
She baby mama fine, blow money fast
She a heartbreaker, put your heart in a cast
She 'bout money first, you better have cash
I'm a rich n*gga with a safe in the bag
I've been getting fly so long, I'm getting jet lag
Taking your b*tch shopping, we don't check tags
Popping sh*t everywhere, we don't check that
I'm a rich n*gga, need a bad b*tch
With a slim waist, but she still thick
And she look like she work out at Fitness
With a cute face and some fat lips
f*ck on that b*tch, I make her do backflips
I'm smashing, that ain't my b*tch
Got her running back like they addicted
I dig in, give them good di*k