Bad bitch, long hair, skin pretty, curvy ass
Flat stomach, double D's, please, be the Birkin bag
Designer heels, Hermes pants, how you fit in that

Look at me Ray Bans, I ain't tryna see you fags
Jean jacket, different coloured pants, I ain't tryna match
Mauve watch, sagging, see my ass popping thirty tags

Okay, I'm energized, say my tunes turn her on

This ain't Enterprise, but kick it boo, let's bring it home
I'm hella high, back to back, I smoke alone
Unless my nigga Soul around, fuck it cuz, let's blow a zone
Now carry on assume you niggas need a loan

Quit it with the texting cuh and go and make a song

My foreign ho, bitch call me a maricon

Always rocking shit I never seen or I never known

Name grown overseas fitter
Sergio Tacchini shirt, real creeper slippers

YSL see the logo on my zipper
Broad serving me she going down, yeah I had to tip her

A-ten-hut

Bad bitch, long hair, skin pretty, curvy ass
Flat stomach, double D's, please, be the Birkin bag
Designer heels, Hermes pants, how you fit in that

Look at me Ray Bans, I ain't tryna see you fags
Jean jacket, different coloured pants, I ain't tryna match
Mauve watch, sagging, see my ass popping thirty tags

HiiiPower bitch, let 'em know the players here
I said HiiiPower bitch, give me gangster of the year
This for my HOG's on Figg and homies on the tier
Always keep this shit groovy nigga and I ain't shed a tear

Black gat, black whip no tags on it
Face tats cuz for sure gon' throw the mask on it

Burner on my lap nigga, mothafuck the cops

DEA and all the feds gona be my murder plot

Money cash hoes by the dozen
Never started cracking, bitches started cooking onions

Now my weed habit always funded

And these college broads be fucking do whatever have 'em flunking

A-ten-hut

Bad bitch, long hair, skin pretty, curvy ass
Flat stomach, double D's, please, be the Birkin bag
Designer heels, Hermes pants, how you fit in that

Look at me Ray Bans, I ain't tryna see you fags
Jean jacket, different coloured pants, I ain't tryna match
Mauve watch, sagging, see my ass popping thirty tags
Bitch say she like my songs, so I do her
She love a street nigga that done jumped up out the cooler

Uh, young-ass entrepreneur

In the 40/40 club tripping like I ain't from Hoover

No bottles, no tables, I just wanna fuck you
You, you and you, yeah, they know what's up
Only one at a time, baby, slow it down

Just wait up in the front and listen to the sounds

She doin all the things you say she say do
Swallow evidence, her boyfriend never had a clue

Sticking to the script like mothafuckin' glue
Got your birdie on my wood like the bitches from the Lou

A-ten-hut

Bad bitch, long hair, skin pretty, curvy ass
Flat stomach, double D's, please, be the Birkin bag
Designer heels, Hermes pants, how you fit in that

Look at me Ray Bans, I ain't tryna see you fags
Jean jacket, different coloured pants, I ain't tryna match
Mauve watch, sagging, see my ass popping thirty tags