
作词 : Brooklyn Hare
作曲 : Brooklyn Hare
[Intro]
(We gon' be okay)
Yeah
[Chorus]
(pow) Bad hoe, wanna **** on gang cause I got change, huh
Hop up in that spider, Peter Parker, switchin' lanes, huh
I got sauce, I got hella bread like Raising Canes, huh
Made a hundred bands and spent that shit all on a chain
Long night, **** her bad, now I don't know her name, huh
Got a nigga run it just like Travis, pull out hella K's
Pour the four inside the lemonade, hoe I won't feel the same
I feel like a pimp, walk with a limp, huh I might need a cane
[Verse]
Scat pack, skrrt nigga, Hellcat take off
I cannot pull up and perform if I don't get paid off
He work a 9 to 5, he wake up worried bout gettin' laid off
Fifty shots it's up inside this choppa take your face off
Blew it fresh, I hit the bank and took out 20 bands, yeah
Japanese designer garments, they on my pants, yeah
She don't **** with me no more I kept on poppin' xans, damn
Damn, I woke up thinkin' about M&Ms, I just might call her Stan
[Chorus]
Bad hoe, wanna **** on gang cause I got change, huh
Hop up in that spider, Peter Parker, switchin' lanes, huh
I got sauce, I got hella bread like Raising Canes, huh
Made a hundred bands and spent that shit all on a chain
Long night, **** her bad, now I don't know her name, huh
Got a nigga run it just like Travis, pull out hella K's
Pour the four inside the lemonade, hoe I won't feel the same
I feel like a pimp, walk with a limp, huh I might need a cane