[Chorus: Kayla Nicole & Urban Tee]
I'm a bad bitch and I stamped it
These hoes sell they soul, ship them out to a FedEx
He love when I whip cream him on Captain D so I spread it
I make 'ha hit that holla but he home 'cause i fed it
And if he think he fuckin', hopes too high, imma next it
He think I like rich n***as, I'm like duh, bitch you guessed it
She jumpin' dick to dick but got no funds, don't respect it

[Verse 1: Urban Tee]
When he lick his lips, he taste my chocolate, he leanin'
Imma knock him off his feet 'cause I'm his baddest bitch breathin'
Unless he takе me shoppin', throw a fit for no reason (no reason)
Know a n***a nasty, hе would hit it while I'm bleedin' (Ay)

[Verse 2: Kayla Nicole]
Im a rider, he gon' hit it in the back 'cause I'm on go
Bae, I'm red, but he so green, don't give a fuck about my flow
Ding dong bitch, I'm like who home?
He knocked me up, I kick the door
Stand on bidness, sink the floor
Throwin' fits, come catch yo ho
Nicest coochie with the meanest mug, come sip me out my attitude (Out my attitude)
Bitches act confused, but I'm the reason why he mad at you (Ay)
[?] when I goose the fool, pop out on hoes like Peek-a-boo
Money callin', that's my cue
When I step, I make the news
[Chorus: Kayla Nicole & Urban Tee]
I'm a bad bitch and I stamped it
These hoes sell they soul, ship them out to a FedEx
He love when I would [?] so I spread it
I make 'ha hit that holla but he home 'cause i fed it
And if he think he fuckin', hopes too high, imma next it
He think I like rich n***as, I'm like duh, but you guessed it
She jumpin' dick to dick but got no funds, don't respect it
[?] not catch you slippin', 'cause the bag, I collect it

[Verse 3: Urban Tee]
She better not get smart, smack a bitch who tryna test me
If a n***a playin' in my face, then just arrest me
Keep my Glockiana with me, that's my broke bestie
N***as always double back, they like "Tee, why you left me?"
N***as wanna lay me down, can't solve me like no puzzle
Every time my bitches wanna feud, then make 'em huddle
I just make her n***a do the work, don't move a muscle
Smile I'm that bitch, on his face I left a puddle (Ah-ha)

[Chorus: Kayla Nicole & Urban Tee]
I'm a bad bitch and I stamped it
These hoes sell they soul, ship them out to a FedEx
He love when I would [?] so I spread it
I make 'ha hit that holla but he home 'cause i fed it
And if he think he fuckin', hopes too high, imma next it
He think I like rich n***as, I'm like duh, but you guessed it
She jumpin' dick to dick but got no funds, don't respect it
[?] better not catch you slippin', 'cause the bag, I collect it