Bad Mood lyrics

[Intro]
Nah, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Bevolo got that sauce
Ooh ooh

[Chorus]
Do not talk to me 'cause I've been in a bad mood
Got a boujee b*tch, and yeah she got an attitude
Run up I might shoot a b*tch, I promise I will blast you
She came to my show and tried to post it on her YouTube, ooh
All this money girl I'm used to, ooh
I ain't tryna use you, ooh
I don't need to use you
Keep on saying that
It put me in a bad mood

[Verse 1]
Check my bank account, can't say that I fell off
Shawty kiss the diamonds now the Patek, lip gloss
And my bank account big, big, retro Rick Ross
I feel like a dentist, it's floody when I floss
Saw them diamonds on my teeth, she wanna meet me
Say its water, water, water like it's Fiji
And I got a mixed hoe, one brown skin, that's Reese's
And you know I never forgive you
You try to leave me
I dress like this, it's fashion, no flex
And my outfit cost 10 times your check
I just started counting money 'cause it get her wet
Yeah she getting freaky, freaky when she see these racks
[Chorus]
Do not talk to me 'cause I've been in a bad mood
Got a boujee b*tch, and yeah she got an attitude
Run up I might shoot a b*tch, I promise I will blast you
She came to my show and tried to post it on her YouTube, ooh
All this money girl I'm used to, ooh
I ain't tryna use you, ooh
I don't need to use you
Keep on saying that
It put me in a bad mood

[Verse 2]
In a jet she gon' give me good neck
Flexing on these haters 'till I get a 6 pack
I ain't tripping bout no b*tch, no I'm laid back
That b*tch wearing Fendi, Fendi, f*ck her now thats Fendi facts
Ain't no lights in that alleyway, my homies be posted there
Run up on me you get cooked, yeah I bet you get roasted yeah
And I get her so wet, yeah I swear it's a boat in there
Swear I could float in there
Swear I could float in there

[Bridge]
Don't lie to me
Baby don't try me
'Cause I need you on the side of me
Yeah I need someone to ride out with me
[Chorus]
Do not talk to me 'cause I've been in a bad mood
Got a boujee b*tch, and yeah she got an attitude
Run up I might shoot a b*tch, I promise I will blast you
She came to my show and tried to post it on her YouTube, ooh
All this money girl I'm used to, ooh
I ain't tryna use you, ooh
I don't need to use you
Keep on saying that
It put me in a bad mood