It hurt the good girls but feel good to the bad girls
f*ck it
f*ck it
Good girls out of style
f*ck it
f*ck it
These b*tches don't want to see me win
f*ck it
f*ck it
Bad b*tch pour up a shot
f*ck it
f*ck it
Hate me, I'm smelling like cash, straight like gwap
f*ck it
f*ck it
Call up my shooters, you know they don't mind
f*ck it
f*ck it
Talk that sh*t you know they gone pop
f*ck it
f*ck it
b*tch run my sh*t
Have it exact
Gimme my cash
I'm counting my money
If I come up short I'm on that ass
'Cause I'm the wrong motherf*cker to take from b*tch
I'm no new toy but try me I'm nothing to play with b*tch
Try me
Try me b*tch, try me
Merry Christmas
They want to take my money and sh*t
Okay
Call up my shooters, you know they don't mind
f*ck it
f*ck it
Talk that sh*t you know they gone pop
f*ck it
f*ck it
b*tch run me my sh*t
Have it exact
f*ck it
f*ck it
Or that's your ass
Run up
You know you get popped
Run up
f*ck it
f*ck it