Trey Songz - Bad b**hes Link Up lyrics

[Intro: T-Pain] Hey... heeeeey, T-Pain {Hitmaker...} (Them bad b**hes gon' link up) hey, (them bad b**hes gon' link up) yeah (Them bad b**hes, them bad b**hes, them bad b**hes gon' link up) Le'go [Hook: Trey Songz & (T-Pain)] Gettin' money, whole lot of money They got their own, ain't want nothin' from me n***as wanna see 'em, b**hes wanna be 'em Ay, get your drink up, bad b**hes gon' link up (Them bad b**hes gon' link up, them bad b**hes gon' link up) (Them bad b**hes, them bad b**hes, them bad b**hes gon' link up) (Them bad b**hes gon' link up, them bad b**hes gon' link up) (Them bad b**hes, them bad b**hes, them bad b**hes gon' link up) [Verse 1: T-Pain] Pecan, puerto rican, blackanese All my b**hes steppin' in Louboutins, spend a couple racks on them jeans LIV on sunday, King Of Diamonds Monday They not goin' in no club unless they comin' out with that money They spend it, they spend it, they winning, they winning Got a bad clique, you ain't a bad b**h then you ain't 'bout to be in it I be drippin' of the murder, b**h you know you want a picture Comin' out, straight bummin' out, but they turn around when they see her (Bad b**hes gon' link up) and we gonna do whatever we think of Got b**hes all in Bugatti's at my crib to come and pick me up (Bad b**hes gon' link up) you know how many bad hoes I own? I got pimpin' in my blood, somebody get Taz on the phone [Hook] [Verse 2: Juicy J] Trippy... trippy Thumbin' through a check with a bad b**h, she's a hollywood actress Don't worry 'bout what we doing ho, all you need to know is we cash checks My other b**h is a supermodel, and her p**y gets super wet Me, her and my actor b**h 'bout to have us some group s** Bad b**hes gon' link up, patron shots gon' drink up We ball out all week long, you broke n***as can't keep up I make it rain I gotta sweep up, she s** it slow and then speed up Poolparty on the rooftop, you need a helicopter to see us Ballin' out cause I'm rich as f**, ballin' out cause she pissy drunk You ain't imagine that loud pack then hell no you can't hit the blunt Pullin' up in my foreign car, that spare tire go in the front Damn right I got my hood behind me, that purple stuff all in my pot [Hook] [Verse 3: Trey Songz] Aisha lemme lick up on that cat Hit it while you kissin' on that, get it from the back I keep a bad b**h to breed bad b**hes back Pretty in the face with a a** hella' fat Bad b**hes link up, bad b**hes wa**up And if you mad b**h it's cause you average so shut the f** up Get your drink up, pretty blowin' that's stink up Strokin' forever need her, you broke, you gon' never meet her, see them (Bad b**hes gon' link up) and I'mma try to f** them all Then I tell her bring some more, I'mma let 'em buy the mall (Bad b**hes gon' link up) and for every b**h that I own That ever texted my phone like, "can you bring some b**hes home?" This for y'all [Hook]