Migos – Bad and Boujee (Remix)

Status (Status)
Millionaire status, I’m gettin’ paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gon’ come my way
Balance (Yeah)
Lost my balance, but I’m okay (I’m okay)
Countin’
Stackin’ my benjis every day
Got an XO piece, square rocks (Rocks)
All my opps dead, I hope they rot (Rot)
Chopper go chop-chop-chop (Brr)
‘Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top (Top)
Clean the block, block, block (Block)
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop (Pop, pop)
How much money you got? (You got?)
I told her a lot, lot, lot (A lot)
Brown boy got the game on lock (On lock)
Brown boy fuckin’ all these thots (Thots)
Run up, we gon’ pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop)
Brown boy ain’t never get got (Yeah)
Gucci on every sock (On sock)
Got her suckin’ my cock, cock, cock (My cock)
Got ice, talkin’ rock, rock, rocks (Rocks)
Summertime, need a drop, drop, drop (Skrrt)
I’m scared of gettin’ caught, caught, caught (Caught)
Let him bleed out, he got shot (Shot)
Lots of cameras on my block (Block)
If I get caught, I won’t talk (Talk)
I know they wanna see me in a box (Box)
Pull over, then I take off (Off)
Cover my body with expensive cloth (Cloth)
Status (Status)
Millionaire status, I’m gettin’ paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gon’ come my way
Balance (Yeah)
Lost my balance, but I’m okay (I’m okay)
Countin’
Stackin’ my benjis every day
Got an XO piece, square rocks (Rocks)
All my opps dead, I hope they rot (Rot)
Chopper go chop-chop-chop (Brr)
‘Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top (Top)
Clean the block, block, block (Block)
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop (Pop, pop)
How much money you got? (You got?)
I told her a lot, lot, lot (A lot)
I told her a lot, lot, lot (Lot, lot)
Can’t talk ’cause you might be the cops (What?)
Get the bird and I make this shit flock (Brr)
I can make the bird do the worm out the pot (Woo)
Fuckin’ on your bitch, I secure my spot (Spot, spot)
Got a Bentley with the frog eyes, hop, hop, hop (Skrrt)
Woah, come on now, why would I stop? Yeah (Woah)
I kicked the bitch to the curb, yeah (Curb)
When I was ridin’ on the block, uh (Let’s go)
That girl, she a nat-nat, yeah (Nat)
I need a fly swat, swat, uh (Swat, swat)
She like the way I’m mixin’ up my rocks, yeah (Woah)
The diamonds hit, leave a mirage, yeah (Woah)
The Rollie don’t ever tick-tock, yeah
My sections don’t never, um, flop, yeah
One-nine-four-two, yeah
Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, yeah
He talkin’ shit, then he got shot (Brr)
Them bullets went through him, they hot (Hot)
He leakin’, that boy need a mop (Mop)
That Glock, it don’t miss, got a dot (Woo)
I sold over, so how could I flop? (Yeah)
She keep speakin’, that bitch, she a thot (Thot, woah)
Status (Status)
Millionaire status, I’m gettin’ paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gon’ come my way
Balance (Yeah)
Lost my balance, but I’m okay (I’m okay)
Countin’
Stackin’ my benjis every day
Got an XO piece, square rocks (Rocks)
All my opps dead, I hope they rot (Rot)
Chopper go chop-chop-chop (Brr)
‘Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top (Top)
Clean the block, block, block (Block)
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop (Pop, pop)
How much money you got? (You got?)
I told her a lot, lot, lot (A lot)