French Montana - Bad B*tch Feat. Jeremih

Lyrics to Bad B*tch Feat. Jeremih by French Montana

[Hook: Jeremih] Got a good thing goin' with a bad bitch You know who to call when you need it Wish I had another you, I'm greedy Sometimes like that n-gga get greedy Got damn I fell in love with a bad bitch You know that every time you leave me Even though I know how men be talkin' I just know that n-gga wanna be me Came in here and fell in love with a bad bitch Back then she ain't have shit Now she grown up, she got ass, tits Wanna know where she got that ass at She hit my heart, a toot, toot on it She got a dump truck, I put a boot on it Don't mind spendin' this loot on it Treat her like my whip, I put some shoes on her [Verse 1: French Montana] Got a dump truck, put a boot on her I don't mind trickin', spendin' loot on her Walk up in the club, and toot, toot on her She's a bad bitch, put shoes on her God damn, fell in love with a bad bitch Said, "French, take me to Paris" Dominican mami from Cali I said, "Gon' bend it over, let me grab it" I said, "Gon' bend it over, make it nasty" Walked up in the club, rollin', Stevie Wonder glasses I ain't lookin' at you n-ggas, lookin' way past you Young, fly, G's up, pocket full of cash You know where to find me, you know when you need me All my dogs eat, they'll tell you I ain't greedy I ain't gon' love her, too much to leave her I ain't goin' public, surely is easy [Hook] [Verse 2: French Montana (Jeremih)] Pull up with my n-ggas, make a move Red light, green light, no it ain't Gucci Used to walk up in the store, couldn't afford that Now I walk up in the store, buyin' all that Drink it to the head, man, n-gga feelin' woozy Pull up in the old school, boy I'm on some new shit Red to the head, man we gettin' all that And shorty phone answers, she don't ever call back And I can see why these n-ggas hate me Pull up in a drop and the watch 80 Pull up to the front but a n-gga faded Got a new crib and the shit gated Came from the bottom, watch a n-gga ball out Drink it to the head, smoke 'til you fall out Countin' up this money, n-gga, keep the door locked All my n-ggas gettin' to this money, no lie [Hook]