Jeremih - Bad b**h lyrics

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Jeremih - Bad b**h lyrics

[Hook - Jeremih:] Got a good thing goin' with a bad b**h You know who to call when you need it Wish I had another you, I'm greedy Sometimes like that n***a get greedy Got damn I fell in love with a bad b**h You know that every time you leave me Even though I know how men be talkin' I just know that n***a wanna be me Came in here and fell in love with a bad b**h Back then she ain't have sh** Now she grown up, she got a**, tits Wanna know where she got that a** at She hit my heart, a toot, toot on it She got a dump truck, I put a boot on it Don't mind spendin' this loot on it Treat her like my whip, I put some shoes on her [Verse 1 - French Montana:] Got a dump truck, put a boot on her I don't mind trickin', spendin' loot on her Walk up in the club, and toot, toot on her She's a bad b**h, put shoes on her God damn, fell in love with a bad b**h Said, "French, take me to Paris" Dominican mami from Cali I said, "Gon' bend it over, let me grab it" I said, "Gon' bend it over, make it nasty" Walked up in the club, rollin', Stevie Wonder gla**es I ain't lookin' at you n***as, lookin' way past you Young, fly, G's up, pocket full of cash You know where to find me, you know when you need me All my dogs eat, they'll tell you I ain't greedy I ain't gon' love her, too much to leave her I ain't goin' public, surely is easy [Hook] [Verse 2 - French Montana (Jeremih):] Pull up with my n***as, make a move Red light, green light, no it ain't Gucci Used to walk up in the store, couldn't afford that Now I walk up in the store, buyin' all that Drink it to the head, man, n***a feelin' woozy Pull up in the old school, boy I'm on some new sh** Red to the head, man we gettin' all that And shorty phone answers, she don't ever call back And I can see why these n***as hate me Pull up in a drop and the watch 80 Pull up to the front but a n***a faded Got a new crib and the sh** gated Came from the bottom, watch a n***a ball out Drink it to the head, smoke 'til you fall out Countin' up this money, n***a, keep the door locked All my n***as gettin' to this money, no lie [Hook]