(I need a Cha Cha beat boy) Uh, uh, uh, yeah Sick-sicker than your average (woo) I go big flick, flick on the cameras (brr) Spend guap till I drop, so careless (careless) And everything I rock from Paris (mwah) Oh, I'm so bad, I'm so bad (yeah) I got bags, I pop tags (yeah) I stay pimpin' in the back of the black Tell these bitches to get off my sack Huh, life's so sweet, penthouse when I'm chillin' (yeah) You ain't gotta feel it, only few know the feelin' (huh) Lord willin', Pharrell, my chrome spinnin' Cruisin' down fifth, all my bitches top billin' (top billin') Here's a T-I-P, bitch, you don't know me I'm on my high fashion, me not lowkey Me so horny, but me no 도우미 (hahahaha) If it ain't about the money, hoе, please don't call me Zoom in, yеah, I do my dance (zoom in) Zoom out, I know you see that ass (see that, zoom out) Yungin threw me a no-look pass Now, it's go time, no brakes, all gas (skrrt) Copped a new Benz, still got no class (nope) When I dash to the cash Yeah, I'm quicker than flash (huh) Telemundo ballin', I'm globetrottin' They'll remember me forever These bitches get forgotten Hot, sicker than your average (woo-hoo) I go big flick, flick on the cameras (brr) Spend guap till I drop, so careless (careless) And everything I rock from Paris (mwah) Oh, I'm so bad, I'm so bad (yeah) I got bags, I pop tags (yeah) I stay pimpin' in the back of the black Tell these bitches to get off my sack Yeah I can't really tell, oh, you a bad bitch? (Bad) All these boys up on my DMs, but they catfish (catfish) Money make my pussy speak Spanish (brr) I do not fuck around with no average (nope) I like all the girls that are savage Boss bitch with a habit Don't speak if ain't 'bout cabbage Go low-key 'cause my shit private I be ghostin' in Paris Stressed more than they can manage Fuck with me, it's an advantage Fuck with you, to me it's damage 튀어나와 언넝 잠수교를 건너 새벽부터 쩌렁쩌렁 스피커를 높여 Benz in a pretty color Shades on that match the color First time we met, he stuttered 이제는 이쁘나 어서 Hot, sicker than your average (woo-hoo) I go big flick, flick on the cameras (brr) Spend guap till I drop, so careless And everything I rock from Paris Oh, I'm so bad, I'm so bad (yeah) I got bags, I pop tags (yeah) I stay pimpin' in the back of the black Tell these bitches to get off my sack