[Teyana Taylor:] Shawty got potential, but he don't need a sponsor You should see his goons more niggas than a concert Body like Teyana, stomach looking proper Eyes half closed, cause she's smoking on a that gunja Hold up! Hard denims and cardigans they all rugby He my little bad boy, Sean Puffy! Giving me stacks some racks Tee take that Smoking on that James brown its the pay back I'll be his hood girl, I'll put that grind in him So inked up, I could write my rhymes with them He gave me all of his, but let me roll with mine And his shoe spiked up like a porky pine. He love my Harlem ass The way my swag pop a real bad bitch, never needed ass shots! Two door coupe all white whole thang Cause when I see him I be like honey and that cocaine
[Chorus:] A bad boy, real when I need a rep And his only competition is the IRS A bad boy, a real one I need that And his only competition is the IRS Make money, money Make money, money Make money, money, make money, money And everybody Say take money, money, take money, money Take money, money, take money, money IRS!
[Honey Cocaine:] Yo well he's a bad boy, but it feels good, though I'm out rapping while he chilling in the hood, yo All the girls want the money, I don't need shit Cause look I do my own work on some queen shit! He know he hot shit, money in his pockets Swag out the world they see him and he's a topic He beat the kitty up a dog like Y.G. Them Jordan’s all fire, jewels icy Uh, him stupid is not likely, Cause all my guys hood smart I like them just like me! Now we're down at the club with some weed smoke And a G knows G cause a G knows Hit the mothers say something this bitch is awesome Bonnie and Clyde through the game cause we bossin…. I want a thug life run we with them bad toys But its all good cause He's a, he's a...
[Chorus:] A bad boy, real when I need a rep And his only competition is the IRS A bad boy, a real when I need that And his only competition is the IRS Make money, money Make money, money Make money, money, make money, money Say take money, money, take money, money Take money, money, take money, money IRS!
[Teyana Taylor & Honey Cocaine:] You're my little bad boy, bad boy, bad boy [x2] Hold up! Who needs a bad boy, but it feels good though, good though [x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
