Migos - Bad and Boujee lyrics

Bad and Boujee lyrics

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(Intro – Offset) You know young rich ni**as You know so we never really had no old money We got a whole lotta new money though, hah If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon shoot ya (Chorus – Offset) Raindrops, drop tops, drop top Smoking on cookie in the hotbox cookie F**ing on your bi**h she a thot, thot, thot, thot Cooking up dope in the crockpot, pot We came from nothing to something ni**a, hey I don’t trust nobody with the trigger, nobody Call up the gang, they come and get you, gang Cry me a river, give you a tissue, hey My bi**h is bad and boujee, bad Cooking up dope with an Uzi, blaow My ni**as is savage, ruthless, savage We got 30’s and 100 rounds too, grrah My bi**h is bad and boujee, bad Cooking up dope with an Uzi, dope My ni**as is savage, ruthless, hey We got 30’s and 100 rounds too, glah (Verse 1 – Offset) Offset, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends I’m riding around in a coupe, coupe I take your b**h right from you, you b**h I’m a dog, woof, grrr Beat the ho walls loose, hey Hop in the frog, woah, skrt I tell that bi**h to come for me, come for me I swear these ni**as under me, hey They hate and the devil keep jumping me, jumping me Bankrolls on me keep me company, cash We did the most, yeah Pull up in Ghosts, yeah, woo My diamonds a choker, glah Holding the fire with no holster, blaow Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler, cooler This a Rollie not a Mueller, hey Dabbing on em like the usual, dab Magic with the brick, do voodoo, magic Court side with a bad bi**h, bi**h Then I send the bi**h through Uber, go I’m young and rich and plus I’m boujee, hey I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi, rrrah Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends So my money making my back ache You ni**as got a low Act’ rate, Act We from the Nawf, yeah dat way, Nawf Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray, cookie Two bi**hes, just national smash day, smash Hop in the Lamb, have a drag race, skrt I let them birds take a bath bae, brrrrr (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 2 – Quavo) Pour a four, I’m dropping muddy Outer space, KiD CuDi, drank Introduce me your bi**h a** wifey and we know she s*uttin Broke a brick down, nutty buddy, now that ni**a ducking Don’t move too fast I might shoot you, huh? Draco bad and boujee, Draco I’m always hanging with shooters, brrah Might be posted somewhere secluded, private Still be playing with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille Run with that sack, call me b**bie, run with it When I’m on stage show me b**bies, ay Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest, ice How about the suicide with the Uzi? Pew-pew-pew I pull up, I pull up, I pull up I hop out with all of the d** in the cooler, skrt I’m cooking, I’m cooking, I’m whipping, I’m whipping into a rock up, let it lock up, lock up I gave her 10 racks, I told her go shopping and spend it all at the pop up, ten These bi**hes they f**k and s**k d**k and they busting for Instagram, get your clout up Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway, go Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the subway, trapping Yeah, dat way, young ni**a trap with the AK, rrrah Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray, hey (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3 – Lil Uzi Vert) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my bi**h she bad to the bone, ay Wait, these ni**as watching, I swear to God they be my clones Yeah, hey, huh, switching my hoes like my flows, what? Switching my flows like my clothes, like what? Keep on shooting that gun, don’t reload Oh, oh, now she won’t f**k with my crew Cause the money come all out the roof Drive the Rari, that bi**h got no roof, skrt Wait, what kind of Rari? 458, damn All of these ni**as, they hate, they hate Try to hot you through the gate Look, go to the strip club, make it rain, rain So much money they use rakes Count 100,000 in your face, in your face Yeah, they put 300 right in the safe Met her today, oh She talk to me like she knew me, yah Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yah Yeah, waking up right to a two piece, yah Counting that paper like loose leaf, yah Getting that chicken with blue cheese, yah Yeah, boy you so fake like my collar You snaking, I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay And you know we winning, winnin Yeah, we is not losing Try to play your song, it ain’t move me, what? Saw your girl once now she choose me, yeah (Repeat Chorus)

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