Bad Bitch

[Intro: Red Cafe] East side, West side, South side East side, West side, South side [Verse 1: Red Cafe] I'm with money making niggas, money making bitches Step out in the town, paparazzi taking pictures I'm a certified dealer boy George with the blow He got it for the low, then he go as John Doe Run up on them hoes, tell 'em we fucking tonight First I knock you down, then I'm out, three strikes Dirty, dirty, red stuntin what I'm ballin for Look I'm flipping numbers like I'm at the scoreboard I'm a down ass nigga, bitch I'm going live Tell me how you love it, you can get a super size I'm tripping on shit, I'm on my South beach flow Some niggas get mad, I just get dough Just met a centerfold, she seen this gang of us Told her about my street fame, she's said fabolous Now we got it moving, and I'm a be like vamonos I'm with the head bussas, you gonna need tylenol [Chorus: Red Cafe] I got us all, I got us all, I got it hard I got it full of low, hope my money long My bitch bad, she could buy the mall Dog I got it for the low, my money long I think I found me a bad bitch! Yeah, I think I found me a bad bitch! [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Squaaaaaaad, Squaaaaaaad Came to the club flexin too many chains These girls love my single, they wanna fuck my name I can't go corporate call me rocket Girls get ratchet, Flocka broke? boy stop it Shout to my pockets my right and my left Dummies on my teeth, I got dollar sign breath Oo, I think I found me a bad bitch Fake tits, fake ass, I gotta have it! Round of applauds, baby won't you buss it Can't give her money, just dope dick Mayweather Shawty, all I throw is hundreds You're the type of bitch to fuck for an outfit [Chorus: Red Cafe] I got us all, I got us all, I got it hard I got it full of low, hope my money long My bitch bad, she could buy the mall Dog I got it for the low, my money long I think I found me a bad bitch! Yeah, I think I found me a bad bitch! [Verse 3: French Montana] Red Cafe!, Montana! Uh, my money never fall back Diamonds flash like Kodak Bottles of Rosé, soak me way before that Shout my nigga Rozay, we're grinding like a floormat Dunking when I throw that A hundred drown like hold that Get it I spend it, top fold drop tinted Top ceiling, cook a brick five minutes I'm wit it, got the streets on lock. they're f*cking with that boy Never pull no work in, you niggas unemployed Nigga deep throat from ya lady Send her home horse, I dont know Shady But catch me in the Royce My money 5'9", doing for the team Fuck us in the centerfold, here's the magazine [Chorus: Red Cafe] I got us all, I got us all, I got it hard I got it full of low, hope my money long My bitch bad, she could buy the mall Dog I got it for the low, my money long I think I found me a bad bitch! Yeah, I think I found me a bad bitch!