Chorus:

I been all around through the atlas
Tryna find me a bad bitch
So Mami tell me can I have it
Put your hand in the air if you a bad bitch

Verse 1:

Uh, ego too long I'm a bobblehead
I told your bitch give me brain that's special ed
Got a body too sick I gave her Sudafed
And an ass so big, fuck around and need two beds

Shawty bring that ass back I told her twerk sumn'
Put that box up in my mouth I told her squirt sumn'
Just keep your mouth shut when my verse on
Why you running that mouth? That's irksome

Big plans nigga scheming for the roof
Watch me wake up in a garage with a Bugatti and a Coupe
Thirsty hoes flocking when they see a nigga paycheck
Bitch fall back, you can take a raincheck

Bands in my pocket watch a nigga cash out
All these bitches in the club with their ass out
You don't really want to see a nigga lash out
Hater run up on me you gon' see that nigga pass out

Bridge:

Quit putting words in my mouth, Mad Libs
I don't got no time for the madness
Anything that you want you can have it
One hand in the air if you a bad chick

Chorus (x2):

I been all around through the atlas
Tryna find me a bad bitch
So Mami tell me can I have it
Put your hand in the air if you a bad bitch

Verse 2:

Pink ice in the solo, and purple kush in the swisher
D&G on the Polo, you rock the Tommy Hilfiger
I don't like y'all niggas, on life I dismiss you
Posing for every picture, Benihana Calamari

I be eating that Squidward, bitches busting they clit up
Cuz they know I'm that nigga, got the clip with extensions
I took my cash at the cleaners, see master perpetual
brought the straps just to let you know when I pull out that Michael Kors

Just to shit on you niggas, eighth grade had braces and no bitches
Fat nigga turned skinny but the gold weight up, wait up
'fore you get to hating get your cake up
And we got them pounds, I'm working OT early

Punch your numbers in calculators, my belt and shoes alligator
By any means necessary bro Malcolm told me that
Martin said to Keep the peace, so my homies sneak the piece
I'm just tryna keep my ass out that precinct

Bridge:

Quit putting words in my mouth, Mad Libs
I don't got no time for the madness
Anything that you want you can have it
One hand in the air if you a bad chick

Chorus (x2):

I been all around through the atlas
Tryna find me a bad bitch
So Mami tell me can I have it
Put your hand in the air if you a bad bitch

Verse 3:

When you see me, expect to see damage
I don't really fuck around boy I'm a savage
In my bag it's all paper no plastic
Might just give your girl the Johnson, call me Magic

Got your bitch on my crew head game crazy
So all we do is pass her nigga we a bunch of Bradys
See me in the spot then you know it's 'boutta blow up
Dynamite bars so sick I'm 'boutta throw up

Break:

But hold up, hold up. I'm not, I'm not done

Verse 3 (Continued):

*SB* on the track so you know it's real
Got my niggas throwing green, rolling cheddar wheels
Fuck a scheming ass hating bitch throwing negativity
I came up in the game and now there's no getting rid of me

Looking ass bitch, you a crooked ass bitch
You ain't coming correct so you a stupid ass bitch
Look I don't have time for a mo'fuckin lame
And if you bang with my homies they gon' say the same thing, nigga