Bad b*tch lyrics

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[Intro: French Montana & Jeremih]
Remo the Hitmaker
Haan
Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah
Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Jeremih & French Montana]
Got a good thing goin' with a bad b*tch
You know who to call when you need it (You need it)
Wish I had another you, I'm greedy
Sometimes like that n*gga get greedy
God damn I fell in love with a bad b*tch
You know that every time you leave me
Even though I know how men be talkin'
I just know that n*gga wanna be me
Came in here and fell in love with a bad b*tch (Yeah)
Back then she ain't have sh*t
Now she grown up, she got ass, tits (Yeah)
Wanna know where she got that ass at (Haan)
She hit my heart, a toot, toot on it (Toot on it)
She got a dump truck, I put a boot on it (Boot on it)
Don't mind spendin' this loot on it (Loot on it)
Treat her like my whip, I put some shoes on her (Shoes on her)

[Verse 1: French Montana & Jeremih]
Got a dump truck, put a boot on her (Boot on her)
I don't mind trickin', spendin' loot on her (Loot on her)
Walk up in the club, and toot, toot on her (Toot on her)
She's a bad b*tch, put shoes on her (Shoes on her)
God damn, fell in love with a bad b*tch
Said, "French, take me to Paris"
Dominican mami from Cali
I said, "Gon' bend it over, let me grab it"
I said, "Gon' bend it over, make it nasty"
Walked up in the club, rollin', Stevie Wonder glasses
I ain't lookin' at you n*ggas, lookin' way past you
Young, fly, G's up, pocket full of cash
You know where to find me, you know when you need me
All my dogs eat, they'll tell you I ain't greedy
I ain't gon' love her, too much to leave her
I ain't goin' public, shawty is sleazy
[Chorus: Jeremih & French Montana]
Got a good thing goin' with a bad b*tch
You know who to call when you need it
Wish I had another you, I'm greedy
Sometimes like that n*gga get greedy
God damn I fell in love with a bad b*tch
You know that every time you leave me
Even though I know how men be talkin'
I just know that n*gga wanna be me
Came in here and fell in love with a bad b*tch (Yeah)
Back then she ain't have sh*t
Now she grown up, she got ass, tits (Yeah)
Wanna know where she got that ass at (Haan)
She hit my heart, a toot, toot on it (Toot on it)
She got a dump truck, I put a boot on it (Boot on it)
Don't mind spendin' this loot on it (Loot on it)
Treat her like my whip, I put some shoes on her

[Verse 2: French Montana & Jeremih]
Pull up with my n*ggas, make a move
Red light, green light, no it ain't Gucci
Used to walk up in the store, couldn't afford that
Now I walk up in the store, buyin' all that
Drink it to the head, man, n*gga feelin' woozy
Pull up in the old school, boy I'm on some new sh*t
Red to the head, man we gettin' all that
And shorty phone answers, she don't ever call back
And I can see why these n*ggas hate me
Pull up in a drop and the watch 80
Pull up to the front but a n*gga faded
Got a new crib and the sh*t gated
Came from the bottom, watch a n*gga ball out
Drink it to the head, smoke 'til you fall out
Countin' up this money, n*gga, keep the door locked
All my n*ggas gettin' to this money, no lie
[Chorus: Jeremih]
Got a good thing goin' with a bad b*tch
You know who to call when you need it
Wish I had another you, I'm greedy
Sometimes like that n*gga get greedy
God damn I fell in love with a bad b*tch
You know that every time you leave me
Even though I know how men be talkin'
I just know that n*gga wanna be me
Came in here and fell in love with a bad b*tch (Yeah)
Back then she ain't have sh*t
Now she grown up, she got ass, tits (Yeah)
Wanna know where she got that ass at
She hit my heart, a toot, toot on it (Yeah)
She got a dump truck, I put a boot on it
Don't mind spendin' this loot on it (Yeah)
Treat her like my whip, I put some shoes on her, yeah
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