Rocky Horror - Bad Guy lyrics

[Intro Mumbled] Looking in the mirror like I'm feeling like a million bucks man Something like that Random Voice: The bad guy? JZAC: Who's a bad guy? [Hook] I'm the one calling the shot's Guess who been running the show f** with me though Making me turn to the bad guy Throwing on the gold And I'm raising ramone How many plays till we on How many days till I kick it with sway in the morn Telling my girl I'm about to be rich She text me back like whats taking so long [Verse 1] I do not owe you a f**ing thing So hungry, got stomach pains Try to hit me like i'm Mr Friendly But I'm not playing those f**ing games Watch my moment like body cameras k**ing sh**, check body counts Walk around like nobody matters Always grinding like the coffee house Im working on cracking the code Dodging the hoes in the road Anything goes Three hundred sixty five days in the year 24 hours I'm open to close If we be speaking about commas Then hit me (?) I gotchu I'm ready to ride Sitting in the whip, bumping ready to die But you bet yo a** I ain't ready to die I been at home saving pennies and dimes Yo sh** could of cut with machetes and knifes Cut! f** all that acting but I made it happen Got plenty of lines I got the magic like penny and prime Get me some hanukkahs, henny I'm fine Don't want to come off insideo But that sh** invital When that show every time Cuz [Hook] I'm the one calling the shot's Guess who been running the show f** with me though Making me turn to the bad guy Throwing on the gold And I'm raising ramone How many plays till we on How many days till I kick it with sway in the morn Telling my girl I'm about to be rich She text me back like whats taking so long [Verse 2] Wanna talk sh**, go figure Acting all tough ain't hard on twitter Cuz, we all know in real life You a p**y like Chucky Finster Now, you ain't gotta waste my time Come to the crib just to drink my wine If you wanna sh** then you ain't my kind I break bread with the same one I've been at it with, had it with With all these b**hes who thinking they can finesse me f** that promoter that robbed me and cheeky Way back in the day man That sh** still upset me Hope that you needed that 300 dollars Now I've been busy with meeting and offers Don't cut the check till I meet with my lawyers Came on my dogs like the hoyers Boys, boys, boys God dammit we done came up Coinstar machines couldn't change us Look at what I did I'm dangerous And now why they show money give me paper cuts I got mo flow so dope All the way up going coast to coast And I ain't letting anybody k** the high Imma live the life till I overdose Cuz [Hook] I'm the one calling the shot's Guess who been running the show f** with me though Making me turn to the bad guy