[Verse 1: Key!]
I got a thing for new hoes
I got a thing for new money
Kick 'em out, get some new money
Stranger danger, you never knew money
Hit the club and throw loose money
No ones, just new hundreds
Found a bitch that I like
Threw her one and then two hundreds
I feel like Draymond Green in the fourth
I stuff a life sentence in the door
If I see a bowl I grab a fork
And whip that motherfucker like a sport
I threw- I threw Y-3 on, I love my tags
I’m a motherfucker like my dad
I been wanting money since a lad
You ain’t get no money, that’s your bad

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
That’s your bad, pussy n***a that’s your bad
You n***as sad, y’all ain’t really counting cash
Oh that’s your bag, I took that bag, oh shit my bad
Oh that’s your bad, pussy n***a that’s your bad

[Verse 2: Key!]
You snooze, you lose
We up, white bars
Green bars, school bus
Who broke, they broke
Not us, G stars
Seams on my jeans from the bud
Pull up with my team, finna bust
Pull out and I nutted on her butt
Call my partner when I need some lean though
Bitch I’m shooting like a fucking phenom
Raw denim, suck my dick with my jeans on
Pussy ass n***a, this your theme song
Fuck n***as love to chatter
Brought my original bowl like I’m whipping some batter
We so fucking up like we climbed a ladder
Fucked her like I want her but she really don’t matter
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
That’s your bad, pussy n***a that’s your bad
You n***as sad, y’all ain’t really counting cash
Oh that’s your bag, I took that bag, oh shit my bad
Oh that’s your bad, pussy n***a that’s your bad

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
That’s your bad, pussy n***a that’s your bad