(And I got a bad bitch, baby) (And we mad rich when we pull up) ([?] cabbage, and we in the bag yeah) I just need a bad bitch wit me And some cabbage we could roll up Cutie with the glasses, Latin where the ass is We could pull up (uh, uh) She think I done made it I ain't even famous that you know of So if you solo, then I'm saying "hola" Hola, hold up, oh you the bomb I saw you through the wreckage I see you once, I can't move on I hope you get the message We smokin' strong and writing songs And I been gettin' restless You on my arm for way too long It ain't nothin' to mess with Hey, what goes on, I can't recall But now we're skippin' breakfast I mean I started, but be honest They've run out of guesses 'Cause you been [?] like a hundred [?] Like on my guest list I wanna run up on the set and Rewrite all my set list Yeah, yeah, yeah 'Cause I just need a bad bitch wit me And some cabbage we could roll up Cutie with the glasses, Latin where the ass is We could pull up (uh, uh) She think I done made it I ain't even famous that you know of So if you solo, then I'm saying "hola" Hold up, I bet you calm before the storm I gently kiss your neck, ya Will pick my fingers on my tongue Look at me switchin' weapons (yeah) Need you want me like that laundry on your bedding No, you cannot harm me through my headache (yeah) I need a Dua Lipa with me, I could use a Whitney And she could be Britney, yeah F-Fire with a double shot of whiskey Smoke it like a chimney Never when she with me, yeah Goddamn 'Cause I just need a bad bitch wit me And some cabbage we could roll up Cutie with the glasses, Latin where the ass is We could pull up (uh, uh) She think I done made it I ain't even famous that you know of So if you solo, then I'm saying "hola" (Yeah) Lil' mamasita, got me running up the meter Burning gas up just to see ya 'Cause she livin' on the west side Look [?], got me feeling like a feature Turn her voice up in the speaker My phone sittin' on the bedside She turn the lights down, sayin' that she might now [?] and control her Control her Well, I hate to see her go, but I love that she say "hola" 'Cause I just need a bad bitch wit me And some cabbage we could roll up Cutie with the glasses, Latin where the ass is We could pull up (uh, uh) She think I done made it I ain't even famous that you know of So if you solo, then I'm saying "hola" (Yeah) (Hola, hola, hola, hola, hola) ([?], and we got some cash and we [?] the bag, yeah)