Lyrics Bad Bitches - CIP

She like her nigga strong,
I could come and be your Hercules.
Tell me what you want,
Long as you gone get on top of me.

Have you in the tropics, on a island
on a shopping spree.
Or somewhere in the trenches,
Hiding fullies in your backseat.

Stuck on bad bitches
it aint always bad business
Been dancin for a while
So she do her taxes different
and they always give attention to

Bad Bitches (I never chase)
Bad Bitches (They in the way)
Bad Bitches (Everyday)
Yeahh
Bad Bitches (They love to shake)
Bad Bitches (They get the cake)
Bad Bitches (They in my face)
Bad Bitches (They want to stay)
Bad Bitches (They want to be bae)
Bad Bitches (They in the way)
Bad Bitches (I cannot take)
Bad Bitches (They aint safe)
Bad Bitches (I got a taste for)
Bad Bitches (But i cant save)
Bad Bitches (But imma date)
Bottega is her preference
She lay her head on my chest
and imprinted it like a letterman
Burberry boots
Alexander for the cardigan
She Know I play with swipes
You won't ever see this card again

Black truck baby
With her girls
I got her fallin in
For you- you know I 'll spin
Yeah I'll spin
Yeah I'll spin again

Windy City nigga
Yeah I got you in my whirlwind
Ain't worried about recessions
Girl I got you till the world end
You know I'm your safe.

Bad Bitches (I never chase)
Bad Bitches (They in the way)
Bad Bitches (Everyday)
Yeahh
Bad Bitches (They love to shake)
Bad Bitches (They get the cake)
Bad Bitches (They in my face)
Bad Bitches (They want to stay)
Bad Bitches (They want to be bae)
Bad Bitches (They in the way)
Bad Bitches (I cannot take)
Bad Bitches (They aint safe)
Bad Bitches (I got a taste for)
Bad Bitches (But i cant save)
Bad Bitches (But imma date)