CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Bad Bad Bad

Got that poppy out the bag growing a pound
In the town slapping Offset, Jim
Rolling around Cali sun in the whip
sh*t is good how can I trip?
I got businesses and chips
I got hoes, I got drip
I got plans to get more bands
Keep that money in a circle when it's switching hands
Got it out the mud with my thugs, no kissing ass
I tried to f**k with you, you catted and you missed your chance
My momma knew when I was banging on them kitchen pans
That one day I'd grow up and turn into the f**king man
Now I'm the f**king man yeah
And we checking every dollar sign
Won't look out the window blowing [?]

How bad do we want it, want it bad, bad, bad
Right back on the road to get this bag, bag, bag
Turnt up when they hated, think they mad, mad, mad
One foot on their neck and on the gas, gas, gas
Ooh look I'm going [?]
When I gеt back to bed I hit it out the park
f**k is you mad at me for I'm going hard
I'm in hеre lit, I'm like a shooting star
Shooting for the stars yeah