Bad b*tch Anthem lyrics

[Verse 1]
L-l-l-live from the 305, b*tch it's lookin' creole
I'm that b*tch and he know, just keep it on the D-low
A bunch of bad b*tches, yeah, ridin' through the city
Big asses and nice titties, this sh*t ain't for TV
I'm the muthaf*ckin' baddest, thoroughbred and savage
They know I be killin' 'em, cold-case casket
This my cashier, so you know I'm in my bag, b*tch
Shantay, you slay, I be the one to drag sh*t
Boss b*tch, I ain't never hard to find
I pop out when I feel like it and kill it every time
sh*t, I'm doin' fine and you b*tches should get in line
I'm the one they really watchin', you b*tches is out of time
Saw a b*tch that owe me money, and I put that on my moms
Put a clip to that b*tch head 'cause she was out of mind
Nothin' but big bills, look around me, I'm paid
305, muhf*cka, from the county of Dade

[Chorus]
This a bad b*tch anthem, get your f*ckin' hands up
Get your hands up, get your f*ckin' hands up

[Verse 2]
B-b-b-b-bad b*tch, a couple grand in the duffel
Good pus*y costs, b*tch, you hoes ain't got no hustle
I raise the bar, and you b*tches ain't got no muscle
I let you hoes rock, but now you hoes are trouble
I mean, your n*gga sexy, he be blowin' up my messages
I told him not to text me but he bought me VVS's
I am the Diamond Princess so I'm lovin' every second
Baptize him in my pus*y, he said I'm such a blessin'
I'm the sh*t and I'm that b*tch without a muthaf*ckin' doubt
Tryin' to come up off my name, you gets no muthaf*ckin' clout
I could even make it rain or cause a muthaf*ckin' drought
Cut the check and show respect and keep my name from out ya mouth, b*tch
[Chorus]
Bad b*tch anthem, get your f*ckin' hands up
Get your hands up, get your f*ckin' hands up
Bad b*tch anthem, get your f*ckin' hands up
Get your hands up, get your f*ckin' hands up
Bad b*tch anthem, get your f*ckin' hands up
Get your f*ckin' hands up, g-g-get your hands up