Cardi B - She Bad Ft Yg Lyrics

She Bad

[Intro: YG]
4Hunnid!
Mustard on the beat ho

[Chorus: YG]
Dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass

She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad

Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag
Gucci bag, Gucci bag

Birkin bag, she in the bag
She drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad
Louis bag, she in the bag

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Look, look, momma needs some mill money (cash) Prada bag and hill money
See my ex, he still love me (ha) new ni*** ‘gon kill for me (yeah)
All my chains got diamonds in it (bling), my account got commas in it (cash)
Damn daddy, you fine as hell, I hope your wallet got condoms in it

I’m up, she mad, I’m first, she’s last (yeah)
Rob who? Take what? Click-clack, Ski-Mask
I’m a boss in a skirt, I’m a dog, I’m a flirt
Write a verse while I twerk, I wear off-white at church

Prolly make the preacher sweat, read the Bible, Jesus wept
Bitch say that she gon’ try me, how come I haven’t seen it yet? (Who?)
Give it to him so good that his eyes roll back (huh?)
Shorty said it’s all hers, why her thighs don’t match?

[Chorus: YG]
Dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass

She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad

Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag
Gucci bag, Gucci bag

Birkin bag, she in the bag
She drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad
Louis bag, she in the bag

She bag, she bad
She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Weed blowin’, pu*** boss
Suck his dick, through his drawers
Lick the balls just because, lil bitch, (?)
I’m a monsta, mouth open wide like opera
Face down, ass up, I got perfect posture (woo)

It’s lit like a lamp, lick you like a stamp (yuh)
Beat this pu*** up (yuh), I take it like a champ (woo)
Balenciaga momma, I know you heard about her
Spoil me in Prada, I’m worth every dollar (cash)

The one you made, could keep ‘em (yeah)
I need Chrissy Teigen, know a bad bitch when I see one (yeah, woo)
Tell Rih-Rih I need a threesome
I’m his favorite type of chick, Boujee, bad, and thick (uh)
I could buy designer, but this Fashion Nova fit (woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Chorus: YG]
Dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass

She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad

Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag
Gucci bag, Gucci bag

Birkin bag, she in the bag
She drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad
Louis bag, she in the bag

She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad

[Verse 3: YG]
She bad, in the bag, move slow, hit it fast
She ride me ‘til I crash, 400 minutes, I last
She compliment my swag, all you niggas harass
All them bitches wanna be her friend now, she laugh

Uh, uh, she buy her man a Bentley coupe
Uh, uh, she got niggas and bitches, too
Uh, uh, she wear off-white to church, ooh
Uh, only Birkin, not doin’ in (?), woo

Birkin bag, f*** a tag, f*** me, and she f*** me bad
Whispered in her ear, “You got these bitches beat, they runnin’ laps”
You know you something special, you figured it out, you from the traps
Step out wearin’ that dress, showin’ that ass and it’s a fuckin’ wrap

[Chorus: YG]
Dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass

She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad

Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag
Gucci bag, Gucci bag

Birkin bag, she in the bag
She drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad
Louis bag, she in the bag

She bag, she bad
She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad
She bad, she bad