Trey Songz - Bad & Boujee (Remix) lyrics

(Intro – Fabolous) You know, we young OG’s so we made a lot of old money We still getting that new money though (Chorus – Offset) Raindrop, drop top, drop top Smoking on cookie in the hotbox, cookie F**king on your bi**h she a thot, thot, thot Cooking up dope in the crockpot, pot We came from nothing to something ni**a, hey I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger, nobody Call up the gang, and 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 – Trey Songz) Yeah, I got a check on me now, I got the check on me now I got the check on me now, watch it rain down I got your bi**h on me now, I got your bi**h on me now She say she di**ing my style, picked the money off the ground All of my ni**as around, loud, smoking the clouds Ni**as be talking that s**t but these ni**as not what they say they be bout All of my bi**hes be down, all of you ni**as is clowns Ha ha ha ha ha, son to these ni**as, I swear I’m their father They call me dada, she treat my d**k like a baba Yeah, I get around yeah, like a shell in a revolver Yeah, these bi**hes love me, saying I’m the s**t, Huggie, diaper, Pamper I put my name on the pu**y, swear to God I’m a stamper She give me head in the Benz behind the tent like a camper She blow me off for the friend, stay so cool, love my fans bruh Yeah, that way, she give me bu*t like a ashtray Give me her now what she ask Trey, buss on the bu*t when she ask Trey (Verse 2 – Fabolous) Yeah, you cannot check for me now Less you got a check for me now Hold up, let me go check my account Hold up, these fakes ni**as checks always bounce Your bi**h be checking me out Watchin’ and checking my routes b**hes be robbing ni**as You better check at the house I’m tryna be the hoe dentist I’m tryna check on her mouth Do the sound check on the couch Get out, I’m chucking em out Ratchet chick thinking she boujee Cause we went out to eat sushi I know that she on my d**k though She Angela Yee and I’m Gucci In Hollywood rocking hoodies With a baddy smoking goody My money tall, 7 footy That’s why the Kid get the Cudi Naw really, that’s my buddy Turn your face to silly putty I’m saucing on em til it smother I’m dripping on em til it’s flooded, woo My new name is Damn You k**ed That, Lay You love me but I don’t feel that way Don’t play bout my money cause that’s bae Hate what you want, get rich that way Found something you can do that pay They call me Oggie and that’s Trey We levelled up ni**a, that way (Repeat Chorus)