Bad Bad Bad

Look, I ain't ever had to chase, but you got me in this race You a ten in the face and barely got a waist Let's get lost without a trace Shit, I guess we call it fate But are you, down for the cause? Gotta know what you be on before I get involved Show me that you better than these hoes, I'll cut them off Yeah, told me that you end up blockin' calls Shit you don't do (with me) Puttin' myself in risky situations I don't do You holdin' on to the trauma or have you grown through? Cus' you reactin' like a kid but you're grown still And I'ma flip you around this bed til' you hold still Big stepper in the streets, Louboutin heels Lil' miss independent pay her own bills If she had a nigga, she'd live on her own still Yeah, she bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad She got the Maybach on her own Put a down payment on a home Long way from ATL, Georgia Most of these niggas just can't afford you unless a Birkin hangin' off your shoulder, I got it FaceTime's and missed calls You be blowin' up my line when you pissed off The sex is better when my clothes gettin' ripped off And you're freaky when you're mad shoulda warned me Round three, four, five in the mornin I like how your body feel in the mornin You gon' make me lose it all, shit I swear to God You gon' make me cut em all off, I swear to God I can't even fault you Said you won't become obsessed, girl they all do Bringing out the feminine, the soft you Heard about my shit, the rumor's all true That's why when I send a pin, you fall through, huh? I ain't really worried about your past life You can get a Birkin if you act right I just want another night like last night And promise me you won't get caught up in this fast life Cus' you came long ways down to L.A You be at Soho House, kickin' it like Pele Blowin' up my phone, all I see is essays, but I love the headaches I ain't ever had to chase, but you got me in this race You a ten in the face and barely got a waist Let's get lost without a trace Shit, I guess we call it fate But are you, down for the cause? Gotta know what you be on before I get involved Show me that you better than these hoes, I'll cut them off Yeah, told me that you end up blockin' calls Shit you don't do (with me) Puttin' myself in risky situations I don't do You holdin' on to the trauma or have you grown through? Cus' you reactin' like a kid but you're grown still And I'ma flip you around this bed til' you hold still Big stepper in the streets, Louboutin heels Lil' miss independent pay her own bills If she had a nigga, she'd live on her own still Yeah, she bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad She got the Maybach on her own Put a down payment on a home Long way from ATL, Georgia Most of these niggas just can't afford you unless a Birkin hangin' off your shoulder, I got it Yeah, she bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad Yeah, she bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad