Andre Nickatina - Baddest b**h on the Planet lyrics

Could you be the baddest b**h up in the world? Money ain't a thing whip cream with a swirl Baby you could ball or bounce Lip gloss, floss up your mouth Can I get the keys to your house? Your skin color keep 'em in a daze It's somethin like a maze All bad b**hes get paid Baby you can put me in your grand design By lookin in my eyes for the dollar signs Because your face so bright like Las Vegas nights Fill 'moe down rap cat in yo life Man other b**hes hate all the time b**hes tell lies Feet hurt cause they wear the wrong shoe size But yours is a body like a cruise How could you lose? Go and get the money from the foo's Man everything back there is jelly Made for those five star tellys Cats can't wait to spend bread b**h go ahead Do it like Simon Says If it don't hurt it ain't done Arch your back out I'll pull a stack out that'll blow your back out I like when your hair run wild in the wind You and your girlfriend act like twins But could you be the baddest b**hes on the planet? You got it goin on to where you man can't stand it Well I'm not him Leave that cat Tell him you a ho and you like it like that You think I don't like ya You got it all wrong I get goose bumps when I see that you call You know that I'll ball like Barkley Charles People like to stare when you walk through the halls Put some steel in your heels Chase the dollar bills and give it to a playa that's real Because ya at least once a week she like to kiss another freak Fine a** b**hes sometimes don't speak But b**h don't run from the ism The ism ain't a track star leanin in a fat car b**hes know I charge I'm not a matador so you know I don't bull Real b**hes like to stay paid in full Man, I don't do favors This ain't no caper Get my paper Leather black calf high boots Stuffed with loot Attract those men in the business suits You know I'm gonna lace you with game Andre Nicky is the name Dope b**h Could you be the baddest b**h that exist? Always top five in every cats list It's never hit or miss you my b**h Even Santa Claus gotta spend chips It's a cold winter I'm cold when I go get her She wear t-shirt and panties that don't fit her And I'm gonna get at least a rack you best believe that I holla bout scratch like a real rap cat I get it off top man like it or not I let my perm blow in my homie's drop top She latch like a garter belt make a trick heart melt First rate, high rate And he's heart felt You's a bad b**h you know I gotta say this You'd be somethin that I wanna run away with But until then tell your boyfriend It's quick cause I'm a b**h I'm not your girlfriend