Shawty got potential, but he don't need a sponsor
You should see his goons more n*ggas than a concert
Body like Teyana, stomach looking proper
Eyes half closed, cause she's smoking on a ganja
Hold up!
Hard denims and cardigans, they all rugby
He my little bad boy, Sean Puffy!
Giving me stacks a rack, T take that!
Smoking on that James Brown, it's the payback
I'll be his hood girl, I'll put that grind in them
So inked up, I could write my rhymes with 'em
He give me all of his, but let me borrow mine
And the shoe spiked up, like a porky pine.
He love my Harlem ass, the way my swag pop
A real bad b*tch, never needed ass shots!
Two door coupe, all white, whole thang.
Cause when I see him I'm like Honey and that Cocaine
A bad boy, real when I need a wrap
And his only competition is the IRS
A bad boy, a real one I need that
And his only competition is the IRS
Make money, money, make money, money, money
(Make money, money, make money, money, money)
Everybody say take money, money, take money, money, money
(Take money, money, take money, money, money)
Well, he's a bad boy, but it feels good, though
I'm out rapping while he chilling in the hood, yo
All the girls want the money, I don't need sh*t
Cause I can do my own work on some queen sh*t!
He know he hot sh*t, money in his pockets
His swag out the world, they see him and he's a topic
He beat the kitty up, a dog like Wild G
And Jordans all fire, jewels icy
Uh, and stupid he's not likely,
Cause all my guys are smart, I like 'em just like me!
Now we're down at the club with some weed smoke
And a G knows G cause a G knows
Hear some others say some n*ggas absent
Bonnie and Clyde through the bank cause we bossin'
This model thug life, we roll with them bad toys
Take a shot, better tell that he's a, he's a...
A bad boy, real when I need a wrap
And his only competition is the IRS
A bad boy, a real one I need that
And his only competition is the IRS
Make money, money, make money, money, money
(Make money, money, make money, money, money)
Everybody say take money, money, take money, money, money
(Take money, money, take money, money, money)
IRS!
You're my little bad boy, bad boy, bad boy...
You're my little bad boy, bad boy, bad boy...
Hold up!
Well, he's a bad boy, but it feels good though, good though...
Well, he's a bad boy, but it feels good though, good though...