Baddie Alert

Lyrics

Yea
Yea
She a bad bitch
Oh Shit
Yea, yea, yea
401
Yeah, yeah
She a bad bitch
She don't fuck with them lames
Poppin bottles
She work hard for her change
She a boss
Calling shots with no aim
All the fake ones they hate
If you a real one then say
I'm a bad bitch
I don't fuck with them lames
Poppin bottles
I work hard for my change
I'm a boss
Calling shots with no aim
All the fake ones they watchin
To All my girls we not stoppin'
She a bad bitch, she don't fuck wit them lames
She got expensive taste
She hold the key to the safe
Broke haters can't relate
All they do is take space
When they straight popping off with
The mouth, she put them all in they place
When it's game time she at courtside, calling all them plays
College valedictorian the way she giving me brain
Swear she tryna kick knowledge, but in public she silent
Cuz she watching them snakes in the
Grass, she ain't got time for the violence
Slim thick wit the waist line
Giuseppe heels wit her thick behind
Movado watch but ain't got the time
Frequent flyer in the skyline
Stewardess join the toast, damn right that's goals
Said she had a taste of first class & she ain't going back to coach
Touchdown in the city, grab the keys to Audi
95 on i95, she ain't even waiting for me
Baddie Alert Baddie alert, body on her kittie on purr
I ain't gotta say a word, way she curving birds is absurd
She a bad bitch
She don't fuck with them lames
Poppin bottles
She work hard for her change
She a boss
Calling shots with no aim
All the fake ones they hate
If you a real one then say
I'm a bad bitch
I don't fuck with them lames
Poppin bottles
I work hard for my change
I'm a boss
Calling shots with no aim
All the fake ones they watchin
To All my girls we not stoppin'
One of the realest & illest, appealing chick ever to do it
On to the money I know that's a language that she should be fluent in
Ahead of the trends, she in love with er bands
She blow me away, I'm a fan with the top down money ain't a thang
Roll out the red carpet, camera flashing,
For the live action
She don't fuck with them subs, you get no reaction
She put in work in the gym, ass tight in Alexander Wang
But She the type to switch it up all black wit the black Timbs
Sick shit, that's an ill bitch
When you dead broke she make you feel you feel rich
All bout "we" but ain't never switch
Bases loaded every-time she pitch
She hold it down way she keep it up
All gold like she got the Midas touch
Fine wine she get better wit time
Wanna sip her glass & her steak is prime
I'm gone off patron & I feel like I can go for hours
She ride the stick like it's horse powered
Shag all night like it's Austin powers
It's going down twin towers when we done she hit the showers
She getting ready it could take an hour We step out the world is ours
She a bad bitch
She don't fuck with them lames
Poppin bottles
She work hard for her change
She a boss
Calling shots with no aim
All the fake ones they hate
If you a real one then say
I'm a bad bitch
I don't fuck with them lames
Poppin bottles
I work hard for my change
I'm a boss
Calling shots with no aim
All the fake ones they watchin
To All my girls we not stoppin'