Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woo-woah, yeah Girls like you (girls like you) Always got a bad attitude (ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude (bad bitches rude) God made bad bitches rude A lot of ass on her lip, body bad, you strip Pretty face, but a flip, in her bag with the chip (Chip) Blowin' racks at the Fifth, girl, keep it up, I can see ya Ain't nothin' like I got, I don't need you (need) Yeah, yeah (yeah, ooh, yeah) Those are the ones Those are the ones Stand on your heart (heart) And look in your eyes (eyes) I know I broke a lot of hearts (a lot of hearts) Gave my share of scars, but (ooh, yeah) Ain't nothin' worse than a broken man Can't tell your bros, they won't understand Drown out the pain with a loyal fan Use your pussy power 'cause you know you can, oh Girls like you (girls like you, ooh) Always got a bad attitude (attitude, ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude (bitches rude) God made bad bitches rude (ooh, yeah) Girls like you Always got a bad attitude (ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude God made bad bitches rude

I fell in love with you, we fell in love with you Guys like us just don't fall out of the fucking sky, you know? Let's keep zonin', let's keep floatin', let's keep moanin' Girl, I know that it ain't over In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me Heart was broken, I am frozen, now you're glowin' This is more than just a moment In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me This the shit that make rap niggas mad Them think they cool niggas mad Bad bitches more bad You shouldn't have bought her more ass, shall I add? Tell me, where we at? (Where we at?) I put nerds on the map (on the map) Now this Urkel in your bitch Did I do that? Beautiful, naked, big-titty women just don't fall out the sky, you know? Sky, you know? Sky, you know? And beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know? Tell me how you know I been searchin' high and low And I can tell you one thing Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know? (Uh) Yeezy, how you doin', huh? Yeezy, how you doin', huh? Yeezy, how you doin', huh? Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, uh, uh Just don't fall out the sky, you know? Just don't fall out the sky, you know? And beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know? Tell me how you know I been searchin' high and low And I can tell you one thing Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know? Tell me how you know I been searchin' high and low And I can tell you one thing Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know? Just don't fall out the sky, you know? Sky, you know? They just don't fall out the sky, you know? They so valuable I been searchin' high and low And I can tell you one thing Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know? Let's keep zonin', let's keep floatin', let's keep moanin' Girl, I know that it ain't over In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me Heart was broken, I am frozen, now you're glowin' This is more than just a moment In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me This that shit that make rap niggas mad, yeah Fuckin' two twins, I told her skinny was in So she took out all the ass, kept it natural (yeah) But that thing still movin', I had to knock it down Yeezy, where we at? (Where we at?) Florence to Milan Just turned a bird bitch to my ex like I was Elon Count hundreds on the blue side, booty must've grew in size Seen it from the front side, damn, it must be two-sized (yeah) Goddamn it, must be two sides Forgis on the Double R, I'm floatin' like a cruise line Bitches wanna fuck me, then trap me, then fuck me over She cryin' tears in that Maybach and not the Toyota Once it's over, then she dead to me, give that hoe a memorial Suck my dick for the interview, a headitorial Put you on a track, have you workin' like I appointed you Hoe, how you gon' go blockin' your blessing when I anointed you? Beautiful big titty, butt naked bitches, where you at? Uh Started off trippin', tell her, "Pay tuition," no congrats, uh Winin' and dinin', now to take my ratchet hoe to Saks, uh She was too used to Hamburger Helper, chili mac And that's facts, you can fact-check it I'm from the crack era Redbone bitches, they king me like I'm a black checker Standin' at the plate, your hoe catchin' balls like a bat catcher I bring my pistol when I fuck her 'cause it's all 'bout survival, hoe I'll gut you clean, I bet you fuck with my rivals, though Put that on everything, a whole a stack of bibles, hoe Real niggas like me just don't fall out the sky, you know So keep vibin', hoe And you know that's facts, you can fact check it I'm from the crack era Where niggas run off and work it, don't bring it back era Standin' at the plate, your hoe catchin' balls like a back catcher Beautiful, naked, big-titty women just don't fall out the sky, you know?

StarBoy international sound You're the one, you're the one for me Call on me, you can call on me All I want, cause all I want is to be You're the one, you're the one for me Oh lord Loving your simple style, style When you move girl I feel your style, style When you leave me that's a minus Say together we're a stronger soul Whine whine say no man can control If feels better than Silver and Gold Is it forever girl? let me know Is it forever girl? let me know Can you be the one for me baby Me wanna care for you love you forever Can it be just for me baby Sexiness, all this loving forever Baby girl you're a kiss from a rose Say your love like a kiss from a rose Girl just love me I swear I nor boast Say when I see you I know you're the one You're the one, you're the one for me "Girl you're the one for me" Call on me, you can call on me "Girl just call on me" All I want, cause all I want is to be "All I want to be" You're the one, you're the one for me "You're the one for me" In my life, I know And I know and I know and I know and I know I know that you're for me In my life, I know And I know and I know and I know and I know I know that you're for me yeaaaa Can you be the one for me baby Me wanna care for you love you forever Can it be just for me baby Sexiness, all this loving forever Baby girl you're a kiss from a rose Say your love like a kiss from a rose Girl just love me I swear I nor boast Say when I see you I know you're the one You're the one, you're the one for me "Girl you're the one for me" Call on me, you can call on me "Girl just call on me" All I want, cause all I want is to be "All I want to be" You're the one, you're the one for me "You're the one for me" Say if you love the guy say I Say if you are the one say I Say if you got the one you really want to die for Or you got the one you can burst a shot for Just say yeaah You're the one, you're the one for me Call on me, you can call on me All I want, cause all I want is to be "All I want to be" You're the one, you're the one for me "You're the one for me" Oh lord, you're the one, oh yeah Baby You're the one, alright You're the one, oh yeah Baby you're the one, say it for me gyal You're the one, oh lord You're the one, oh yeah You're the one, oh lord Yeah yah!

Party hard, party hard, party hard for me when I'm gone Party hard, party hard, party hard for me (Party hard, party hard, party hard for me) Party hard, party hard, party hard for me when I'm gone, uh Party hard for me, party hard for me Party hard, party hard, party hard for me when I'm gone Party hard for me, party hard, yeah Blue cups only, call up all the homies You could come too even if you didn't know me It's a celebration, I finally made it Time to get wasted, go 'head, get faded, yeah Go 'head, pour that sake (Sake) Right in front of 'Sace ('Sace) I'm up here chillin' with Miyagi (Yeah, yeah) Got my grandpa Teddy right here beside me (What up?) Yeah, party hard, party hard Party hard for me when I'm gone (Party for me) Party hard, party hard, party hard for me (Oh) Yeah, party hard, party hard Party hard for me when I'm gone (I really need you to) Party hard, party hard, party hard for me Yeah, it's a party on a boat, somebody make some gumbo Shoutout Yamamotos and Chilombos, uh Rose gold decorations, do it for your girl in commemoration Look, I'ma need y'all dancin' And when you cry, don't stop cryin' 'til you laughin' Yeah, I'ma need a bonfire on the beach I'ma need everybody there to make a speech (Do it) Shut down the block and have a party in the streets And keep partyin' for weeks And go to Simply Wholesome for a feast Keep it goin' just for me, peace Party hard, party hard, party hard for me when I'm gone Party hard, party hard, party hard for me (Yeah) Party hard for me when I'm gone (Yeah) Sing along to the songs that I sung to you (Oh, oh, oh) Party hard for me when I'm gone (Ooh, party for me) Carry on (Oh-oh, yeah) Uh, party hard for me, let all my dogs in, bitch, pardon me Got a red cup, shawty made it far for me No strip club, she gon' take it off for me, yeah My dog on the Henny but I'm off that 42 You're not from my hood, lil' boy, I ain't heard of you New to my city, my niggas extortin' you But you nobody 'til one of these niggas murder you So party hard while I'm still here (Still here) Beat the system and we made it past 25 (Five) Fuck that cryin' and dyin', I'm tryna stay alive Speak that shit to existence 'til I'm a billionaire I'm the king of Celine, the strip so debonaire Big Lambo zaddy like a motherfucker (Motherfucker) I'm a sex symbol, I need a Playboy cover Ha-ha-ha

You slick, got me fucked up Do not try me like a lame I told you once before that this ain't a game Don't play with me (don't play with me, ooh, yeah) I could show you better than I could ever say Don't play with me (don't play with me) Go do what you need, that's okay with me Just know when you leave, it ain't no comin' back Runnin' back, none of that, mm-mm Just know when you leave, it ain't no comin' back Runnin' back, none of that Don't play with me Don't play with me (don't play with me) Don't play with me (don't play with me) Don't play with me When I cross your mind (don't play with me) If you need a sign (don't play with me) This ain't a game (don't play with me) When I'm with the gang (don't play with me) I'm with the squad (don't play with me) She want to ride (don't play with me) Smokin' ZaZa (don't play with me) On God, on God (don't play with me) Stay with a play (don't play with me) I'm from the south of the A (don't play with me) Prada my shades (don't play with me) Lil' shawty, don't play (don't play with me) Yves Saint Laurent (don't play with me) I got what you want (don't play with me) I got what you need (don't play with me) Don't play with me, yeah, yeah Don't play with me, mhm Don't play with me (don't play no games) Don't play with me Don't play with me (no, no) Don't play with me (ooh, oh) Don't play with me (oh, oh) Don't play with me (don't play) Don't play with me Playin' games like WNBA Your friends all gotta sign a NDA They get drunk, now they got so much to say They ain't all that fine anyway Don't play with me I'ma make a bad bitch wait for me I'ma make a boss bitch pay for me She gon' go to work all day for me Yeah, faithfully, everything she do She do it gracefully (gracefully) Don't compare me to you We not the same to me (same to me) You can blame it on me (me) But just know when you leave It ain't no runnin' back, comin' back None of that, mmm (oh, ooh) Just know when you leave It ain't no runnin' back, comin' back None of that, yeah Don't play with me (don't play with me) (play no games, yeah) Don't play with me (don't play with me) Don't play with me (don't play with me, yeah, yeah) Don't play with me When I cross your mind (don't play with me) If you need a sign (don't play with me) This ain't a game (don't play with me) When I'm with the gang (don't play with me) I'm with the squad (don't play with me) She want to ride (don't play with me) Smokin' ZaZa (don't play with me) On God, on God (don't play with me) Stay with a play (don't play with me) I'm from the south of the A (don't play with me) Prada my shades (don't play with me) Lil' shawty, don't play (don't play with me) Yves Saint Laurent (don't play with me) I got what you want (don't play with me) I got what you need (don't play with me) Don't play with me, yeah, yeah Play old games like Atari Then hit my line, talkin' 'bout you sorry

SMOKESCREEN It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks, I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it They wanna flex for the clout (Yuh) Same one that's counting me out (Yuh) You bitches just running yo' mouth But that ain't what I'm about (Yah) I'm running up commas in place Still stomp a bitch out in my J's They took me out of the streets But I'm still stuck in my ways Why would I care what you thots would say? You hoes look like somebody smashed your face So see my face, I ain't got no cake They showing fake, let them mask the hate Still stuck on me like some masking tape I'm fresh to death like I passed away Can't stop my hustle, don't have no brakes I'm already winning, don't have to race Talk tough, but won't do shit I picked up like "Who this?" They talk down, but so what I'm bossed up, I'm so lit I ain't got friends, I got groupies Around me for clout, you don't fool me (You hoe) I've been with this shit, you a newbie Out with the old, it's a new me It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks, I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it Got It (Got it, bitch) Got It (I got it, hoe) I got it Got it (Yuh) Got it I got it When I get on the road, I need bigger pay (Yuh) I smell the money from miles away (Yuh) I don't own wallets, don't need a safe They know me by first name at BOA (Yuh) I jump on this beat and it's DOA Out of my struggle, I found a way Lost a few homies along the way But I never needed them anyways I done lost count of my enemies Sick and they can't find a remedy Bitches be fake as they remy weave I know they ploting on ending me Dodging the shit they've been sending me (Sending me?) Guap is the only thing sent to me Ten-thousand is really a cent to me Lil Baby keep ironin' she into me But I ain't really feeling her energy Talk tough, but won't do shit I picked up like "Who this?" They talk down, but so what I'm bossed up, I'm so lit I ain't got friends, I got groupies Around me for clout, you don't fool me I've been with this shit, you a newbie (Weird ass hoe) Out with the old, it's a new me It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it Got It (Got it, bitch) Got It (Bitch) I got it Got it (Yuh) Got it I got it (Bitch) We gon' smash your party

My 15 minutes stretching some hours late Bring me 15 bitches, I'll make 'em salivate 15 milion right on my fuckin' plate BOA, 15 hundred just to feast safe 15 feeling like I won a sweepstakes 15-hour flights when I leave the states 15 thousand dollars on a bracelet Had to buy two, I had the jeweler going apeshit Old friends doing 15 to life I changed my situation with some pristine advice Name a rapper hot as me, I'm 15 times the hype My bank account holds 15 times your life 15 cars like I'm collecting those 15 Fashion Nova packs, I'm collecting clothes Fan love 'cross the map, getting X and Os 15 bodyguards in my section, closed 15, 15, rose up from the depths, now I live a dream 15, 15, making history, this shit something they never seen 15 bad bitches, send a UberX 15 bitches mad I get uber checks 15 hunned Bhabies by the mosh pit Rap star, living life for my rock shit Like a pop shift, 15 in the Glock, bitch Think you hot shit? Get you 15 knots, quick That's a lump sum, sweaty bitches Trump dumb 15 shots to that head, I get 'em punch drunk 15 milli stalking that IG So why in the fuck would I need a ID? Hoes looking thirsty, get on my IV Voice of the new generation, you can't deny me Tape dropping September, I hope you hoes ready 15, Black Mamba, shit gon' be so deadly (Tape dropping September, I hope you hoes ready Bust 15 tons, this shit is so heavy) 15, 15, rose up from the depths, now I live a dream 15, 15, making history, this shit something they never seen

Yeah, I'll hit a bitch 'Cause I got nothin' to lose Bought it all cash, I got somethin' to prove And I'm just fuckin' with 'em, I got nothin' to do Runnin' through these checks Like the ones on my shoes (Woo, woo, woo, woo) So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Tell that hoe I'm movin' in 'Cause her lease up (Get the fuck out) So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Movin' how I wanna With my feet up (Woo, woo, woo, woo) Yeah, my nails pink But my hunnids blue (Hunnids blue) Runnin' in these threes To these W's (Runnin', bitch) And I might let you chill if I fuck with you I don't wanna meet ya mama, I ain't cuffin' you 60 a show (60 a show) Look at this dough, look at this Back of the Ghost, that's how I roll I'm on some whole other shit Diamonds colored like a Rubix cube My name Bhad Bhabie, bitch Who is you? Yeah, I'll hit a bitch 'Cause I got nothin' to lose Bought it all cash, I got somethin' to prove (Somethin' to prove) And I'm just fuckin' with 'em, I got nothin' to do Runnin' through these checks Like the ones on my shoes (Woo, woo, woo, woo) So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Tell that hoe I'm movin' in 'Cause her lease up So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Movin' how I wanna With my feet up I'll one night ya (Night) I might taste it if I like it, I won't wife ya (Wife) Pull up Viper (Viper) All my jewelry the right one Ballin', I go Mike Jordan Get head while I'm recordin' On FaceTime, won't record me 60 for a show, I'm important All my spots got glass windows (Yeah) Still got snow like December She want snow, no December I'ma go slow, go deep in her Runnin' through checks, they keep appearin' I don't get scared, I'm God-fearin' New G-Wagon, I barely steer it Paid all cash, don't do leases Yeah, I'll hit a bitch Leases (Pew, pew, yeah) Bought it all cash (Mothafuckin' ballin') And I'm just fuckin' with 'em Just fuckin' with 'em Runnin' through these checks Like the ones on my shoes So don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Tell that hoe I'm movin' in 'Cause her lease up (Get the fuck out) Don't get geeked up (Bitch) Might get beat up (Hoe) Movin' how I wanna, with my feet up

M's in the bank, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Stones on the chain, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Hoes tryna hate, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lies on my name, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Apeshit, new shit, spaceship, coupe shit Came with two whips, deja vu shit Still got a lot of them bands (Bands) Still got a lot of them mad Old bread, new drip, fake hoes, new tits They called, who this? Stank lips sink ships Still got a lot of them bands (Bands, bitch) Still got a lot of them mad (Mad, bitch) Yeah, you can drop it but it ain't gon' sell (Sell) My shit hittin' like the NFL (Ho) Tinted 9-11 so I don't see 12 (Nope) Stay with the K so I don't take L's (Bitch) M's in the bank, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Stones on the chain, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Hoes tryna hate, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lies on my name, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Young bitch, rich bitch, rude bitch, new bitch AK, two clips, same gang, who switched? Still got a lot of them bands (Bands, bitch) Still got a lot of them mad (Mad, ho) You a dub, bitch, dumb bitch, old bitch, ho bitch No bitch, broke bitch, stay back, no flicks (No flicks) Just got a crib for the fam (Bitch) Still tell the jet when to land (Land, bitch) Still choke a bitch like MMA Sellin' out arenas like the NBA (Bitch) Can't tell me shit like an NDA Tell the Forbes List that I'm on my way (On my way) M's in the bank, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Stones on the chain, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Hoes tryna hate, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lies on my name, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem)

I ain't nothin' like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like CeeLo (yup) Yeah, my pocket so swole up Man, I ain't nothing like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like CeeLo Yeah, my pocket so swole up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Look these hoes be fake flossin' Fake ass jewelry, got a neck rash (eww) These hoes be fake ballin' Tax money that shit won't last (bye) These hoes be dick riding, think they gone come up cause they let you fuck (you a hoe) These hoes be full of drama, they always with the extra These hoes, they wake up, they beggin' On the Gram, they be fake flexin' (why you lyin') These hoes, they wake up, they broke (eww) They mattresses be on the floor (haha) These hoes, they wake up they messy They runnin' they mouth, they so petty (petty) These hoes, they feed off attention (yup) Zero time, that's what I give 'em I ain't nothin' like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like CeeLo (yup) Yeah, my pocket so swole up Man, I ain't nothing like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like CeeLo Yeah, my pocket so swole up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) These hoes be lackin', see me in the back They talk all this shit, but don't say it in person Won't catch me off guard on no boulevard Foreign car, and my driver my guard Water, water drippin', come take a peak You in trailer hoe, bitch you can't compete I'm riding solo don't need no one but me Run up a check, yeah we runnin' the streets Red cup? No it ain't Kool-aid Got me fed up, you hoes too fake (yeah) One minute he your man, he your ride or die (haha) Next minute on the Gram with a new bae (wow) These hoes, these hoes, shame on these hoes (fakin bitch) I'm in the Maybach, I heard you got repoed Hair done, diamonds on, need a pea coat (bitch) Heard the feds listening, gotta speak low I ain't nothin' like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like Ceelo (yup) Yeah, my pocket so swole up Man, I ain't nothing like these hoes (no) Don't compare me to no one (don't do it) Money green like Ceelo Yeah, my pocket so swole up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Look Mando Fresh

Hear 'em talking shit I take both of 'em Your exes on my dick I take both of 'em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em From the corner to fame and fortune Yeah, I see both of em Tallahassee and Calabasas Got cribs in both of em Did this shit all on my own so I don't owe nothing Call Rihanna and Ariana Yeah, I know both of em Got two phones like I'm Kevin Gates I give bitches both numbers Just like Buddens and Charlemagnes No one cares 'bout both of em It's a hundred degrees out on my wrist It's a cold summer It's a hundred degrees out on my wrist It's a cold summer Hear 'em talking shit I take both of 'em Your exes on my dick I take both of 'em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em Both of em, both Both of em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em Chevy candy coated And the matte floorin' Lil baby, cherry red And the other golden Everybody on my Gram since I went public Don't be callin' me fam No we not cousins Find her with my body guard No I don't tote nothing I ain't snitchin' to the troll No, I don't know nothin' Took the number one spot They act like I done stole something Ugly and you washed up Yeah, bitch, you both of em (Bitch, you both of em) Hear 'em talking shit I take both of 'em Your exes on my dick I take both of 'em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em Both of em, both Both of em Bentley truck, Panamera I own both of 'em Young and rich in the mirror I see both of 'em