Wait a minute, wait a minute
Last time I checked, I had a half a hunnid million
Know a Memphis n**** out in Beverly Hills
I been buying, publishing and selling pills
Big dog status, watch with no stones
N***** buyin’ Dior, I’ve been buyin’ homes
Somebody tell my ex to leave me alone
No hard feelings, got a better bitch, I’m moving on
I be spending dope, shootin’ every song
If I get indicted off these lyrics, sentence gon’ be long, uh
You a rat, you know you dead wrong, uh
No collect calls, we do iPhones
All my n***** locked up, they got iPhones
And I cleared the bank to bring my n***** home, yeah
Start over, yeah, yeah, start over
Sellin’ loud, yeah, yeah, strong odor
Twenty thousand square feet, I don’t call it home
Walkin’ ’round this bitch, I feel so alone
Texts to my son, ask him when he comin’
Give him a hunnid K like, “Give it to your mommy”
Just because, yeah, yeah, just because
I remember the struggle and it ain’t nothin’ but love
Bad memories but can’t forget the opps
I invest in pills, bricks and weed ‘fore I invest in stocks
Bad behavior, bad behavior
Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you
Momma made me savage, grandma took my filter early
Thirteen out the service, EMG all on my dresser
When they hang up my jersey, that’s a thirty-six
I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks
They can frame up my jersey, I blew a hunnid sticks
I can retro my jersey, I been doin’ this shit
Couple n***** try, couple don’t survive
Championship rings goin’ to all the guys
You fucked up that she fucked, why you act surprised?
You don’t own the pussy, guess you can’t accept the fact she lied
Bad behavior, bad behavior
Momma was a ho, I guess that’s how her momma raised her
Daddy was a pussy n****, so she fucked with suckers
All she know was lame ass n*****, look at her brother
Gotti, where you been, where you been?
I been out the scene countin’ millions by the tens
I been on vacation chillin’, fuckin’ bitches friends
I been kinda silent, still slidin’, gettin’ revenge
Bad behavior, bad behavior
Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you
Momma made me savage, grandma took my filter early
Thirteen out the service, EMG all on my dresser
When they hang up my jersey, that’s a thirty-six
I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks
They can frame up my jersey, I blew a hunnid sticks
I’m the streets MVP, it don’t get real as this
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