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Bad And Boujee

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Writer(s): Quavious Marshall, Kiari Cephus, Symere Woods, Leland Wayne, Robert Mandell

You know young rich

You know so we ain't really never had no old money

We got a whole lotta new money though

Raindrops

drop tops

Smokin' on cookie in the hot box

She a thot thot

Cookin' up dope in the crockpot

We came from nothing to somethin

I don't trust nobody grip the trigger

Call up the gang they come and get you

Cry me a river give you a tissue

My b**** is bad and boujee

Cookin up dope with the Uzi

My n***** so savage ruthless

We got 30's and 100 rounds to

My b***** bad and boujee

Cookin up dope with an Uzi

My n***** is savage ruthless

We got 30's and 100 rounds too

Offset Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah

Rackings on Rackings got backends on backends

I'm riding around in the coupe

I take your b**** right from you

b****

I'm a dog woof

Beat the ho walls loose

Hop in the frog woah

I tell that b**** to come for me

I swear these n***** under me

They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me

Bankrolls on me keep me company

Hey We did the most

Yea

Pull up in ghosts

My diamonds a choker

Holdin' the fire with no holster

Rick The Ruler diamonds cooler

This is a Rollie not a Mueller

Dabbin' on 'em like the usual

Magic with the brick do voodoo

Court side with a bad b****

Then I send the b**** through Uber

I'm young and rich and plus I'm Boujee

I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi

Rackings on rackings got backends on backends

So my money make my back ache

You n****** got a low act rate

We from the nawf yea that way

Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray

Two b***** just national smash day

Hop in the Lamb' have a drag race

I let them birds take a bath bae

Raindrops

drop tops

Smokin' on cookie in the hot box

She a thot thot

Cookin' up dope in the crockpot

We came from nothing to somethin

I don't trust nobody grip the trigger

Call up the gang they come and get you

Cry me a river give you a tissue

My b**** is bad and boujee

Cookin up dope with the Uzi

My n***** so savage ruthless

We got 30's and 100 rounds too

My b***** bad and boujee

Cookin up dope with an Uzi

My n***** is savage ruthless

We got 30's and 100 rounds too

Pour a four I'm droppin muddy

Outer space KiD CuDi introduce me to your wifey and we know she s*****

Broke a brick down nutty buddy now that n**** duckin'

Don't move too fast I might shoot ya

Draco Bad and Boujee

I'm always hangin with shooters

Might be posted somewhere secluded

Still be playin with pots and pans

Call me Quavo Ratatouille

Run with that sack call me Boobie

When I'm on stage show me boobies

Ice on my neck I'm the coolest

Hop out the suicide with the Uzi

I pull up I pull up I hop out with all of the drugs in the cooler

I'm cookin' I'm cookin' I'm whippin' I'm whippin' into a rock up let it lock up

I gave her 10 racks I told her go shoppin' and spend it all at the pop up

These b******

and they bustin' on instagram get your clout up

Uh yea dat way

Float on the track like a segway

Go Yea dat way

I used to trap by the subway

Yea dat way

Young n**** trap with the AK

Yea that way

Big dyke ho get it on Macy Gray

Raindrops

drop tops

Smokin' on cookie in the hot box

She a thot thot

Cookin' up dope in the crockpot

We came from nothing to somethin

I don't trust nobody grip the trigger

Call up the gang they come and get you

Cry me a river give you a tissue

My b**** is bad and boujee

Cookin up dope with the Uzi

My n***** so savage ruthless

We got 30's and 100 rounds too

My b**** is bad and boujee

Cookin up dope with the Uzi

My n***** so savage ruthless

We got 30's and 100 rounds too

Yeah, Yea, Yea, yea, my b**** she bad to the bone

Ay Wait

These n***** Watchin', I swar to God they be my clones

Yea Yea Uh-huh

Switch my ho's like my flows

Switchin my flows like my clothes

Keep on shootin' that gun, don't reload

Ooh

Ooh

Now she won't f*** with my crew

'Cause the money come all out the roof

Drive the 'Rari, that b*** got no roof

Wait

What kinda Rari'

458

All of these n*****, they hate

Try to hide, shoot through the gate

Look, go to the strip club, make it rain

So much money they use rakes

Count 100, 000 in your face

Yeah, they put 300 right in the safe

Met her today

She talk to me like she knew me, yah

Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yah

Yeah, wakin' up right to a two piece, yah

Countin' that paper like loose leaf, yah

Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yah

Yeah, boy you so fake like my collar

You snakin', I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay

And you know we winnin'

Yeah, we is not losin'

Try to play your song, it ain't move me

Saw your girl once now she choose me, yeah

Ya

Raindrops

drop tops

Smokin' on cookie in the hot box

She a thot thot

Cookin' up dope in the crockpot

We came from nothing to somethin

I don't trust nobody grip the trigger

Call up the gang they come and get you

Cry me a river give you a tissue

My b**** is bad and boujee

Cookin up dope with the Uzi

My n***** so savage ruthless

We got 30's and 100 rounds too

My b**** is bad and boujee

Cookin up dope with the Uzi

My n***** so savage ruthless

We got 30's and 100 rounds