LYRICFLUENT
LYRICFLUENTBad And Boujee Lyrics by Migos Migos , Lil Uzi Vert
Below, you will find the lyrics for Bad And Boujee by Migos.
Intro
You know
Young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though
Hey!
Prechorus 1
Raindrop, drop top
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox
On your bitch she a thot, thot
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger
Call up the gang, and they come and get you
Cry me a river, give you a tissue
Chorus 1
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin' up dope with an Uzi
My niggas is savage, ruthless
We got 30's and 100 rounds too
Chorus 2
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin' up dope with an Uzi
My niggas is savage, ruthless
We got 30's and 100 rounds too
Offset
Verse 1
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
I'm ridin' around in a coupe
I take your bitch right from you
Bitch I'm a dog
Beat the hoe walls loose
Hop in the frog
I tell that bitch to come comfort me
I swear these niggas is under me
They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me
Bankrolls on me keep me company
We did the most, most, yeah
Pull up in Ghosts yeah
My diamonds a choker
Holdin' the fire with no holster
Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler
This a Rollie, not a Muller
Dabbin' on 'em like the usual
Magic with the brick, do voodoo
Courtside with a bad bitch
Then I send the bitch through Uber
I'm young and rich and plus I'm bougie
I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
So my money makin' my back ache
You niggas got a low acc rate
We from the Nawf, yeah, dat way
Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray
Two bitches, just national smash day
Hop in the Lamb, have a drag race
I let them birds take a bath, bathe
Prechorus 2
Raindrop, drop top
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox
On your bitch she a thot, thot
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger
Call up the gang, and they come and get you
Cry me a river, give you a tissue
Chorus 3
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin' up dope with an Uzi
My niggas is savage, ruthless
We got 30's and 100 rounds too
Chorus 4
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin' up dope with an Uzi
My niggas is savage, ruthless
We got 30's and 100 rounds too
Verse 2
Pour a four, I'm droppin' muddy
Outer space, Kid Cudi
Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin'
Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that nigga duckin'
Don't move too fast I might shoot you
Draco bad and boujee
I'm always hangin' with shooters
Might be posted somewhere secluded
Still be playin' with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie
When I'm on stage show me boobies
Ice on my neck, I'm the coolest
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi
Bridge 1
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck
I'm cookin', I'm cookin', I'm whippin'
I'm whippin' into a rock up, let it lock up
Bridge 2
I gave her 10 racks
I told her go shoppin' and spend it all at the pop up
These bitches they and suck
And they bustin' for Instagram, get your Klout up
Postchorus 1
Yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway go
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway
Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK
Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it though, Macy Gray
Prechorus 3
Raindrop, drop tops
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox
On your bitch she a thot, thot
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger
Call up the gang, and they come and get you
Cry me a river, give you a tissue
Chorus 5
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin' up dope with an Uzi
My niggas is savage, ruthless
We got 30's and 100 rounds too
Chorus 6
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin' up dope with an Uzi
My niggas is savage, ruthless
We got 30's and 100 rounds too
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 3
My bitch she bad to the bone
Wait, these niggas watchin'
I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey
Verse 3
Switchin' my hoes like my flows
Switchin' my flows like my clothes
Keep on shootin' that gun, don't reload
Now she want with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the Rari, that bitch got no roof
Wait, what kind of Rari? 458
All of these niggas, they hate
Try to hide, shoot through the gate
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money, they use rakes
Count 100 thousand in your face
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, yeah
She talk to me like she knew me, yeah
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah
Wakin' up right to a two-piece, yeah
Countin' that paper like loose leaf, yeah
Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yeah
Boy, you so fake like my collar
You snakin', I swear to God that be that Gucci
And you know we winnin'
Yeah, we is not losin'
Try to play your song, it ain't move me
Saw your girl once, now she choosin', yeah
Prechorus 4
Raindrop, drop top
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox
On your bitch she a thot, thot
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger
Call up the gang, and they come and get you
Cry me a river, give you a tissue
Chorus 7
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin' up dope with an Uzi
My niggas is savage, ruthless
We got 30's and 100 rounds too
Chorus 8
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin' up dope with an Uzi
My niggas is savage, ruthless
We got 30's and 100 rounds too
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