Yeah
Yeah
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, Im a bad boy
Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag, boy
Please dont think its sweet, I stay with the heat even though Im a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me fore that breath be your last, boy 
Ive been drinking red, rasp, boy 
Ive been trappin all these birds, McCoy 
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months, ooh
Overseas, hundreds gettin, bitch, croissants 
Wrecked the GT-R , I love to crash cars
Im a bad boy, so I got a bad broad
Futuristic rides imported from Mars 
Smith & Wesson 45, put a hole in his heart
Better not play with me, killers, they stay with me, your bitty lay with me
She fell in love with my ice, yeah, the hockey rink
Aint come to kick it, Im not on the soccer team
Knew I would make it, its part of my prophecy
Raf Simons match my Prada jeans
Ima do the dash, get to the bag, aint no one as bad as me
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, Im a bad boy
Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag, boy
Please dont think its sweet, I stay with the heat even though Im a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me fore that breath be your last, boy 
Ive been drinking red, rasp, boy 
Ive been trappin all these birds, McCoy 
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months, ooh
Overseas, hundreds gettin, bitch, croissants 
Sticky, sticky Ricky, I smoke Skittles, not no sticky 
I shot at his mommy, now he no longer mention me 
You say you want smoke and Ive been comin down the chimney 
You got barbecue your bitches, Im so fried and they crispy 
I had on Margielas when I shot at the cunt 
Act like you want war and they gon smoke you like a blunt 
Im just keeping it real with ya, Im just bein blunt 
Porsche Carrera got the pipes out the back like a skunk, yeah 
Skrrt-skrrt
Skrrt-skrrt
Thats just the sound of the Vette , I keep me the Vette 
I keep me a text , I read your message 
I bust on her chest , I made a mess 
I hope for the best , gold like a chest 
I be the best , I got the neck 
I can turn a check , live like Project X 
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, Im a bad boy
Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag, boy
Please dont think its sweet, I stay with the heat even though Im a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me fore that breath be your last, boy 
Ive been drinking red, rasp, boy 
Ive been trappin all these birds, McCoy 
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months, ooh
Overseas, hundreds gettin, bitch, croissants