WHAT U BAD FOR lyrics

[Intro: DDG]
Yeah (Tuned up), yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Ayo, Sheff), yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh

[Chorus: DDG]
I can't f*ck with her if she ain't got no passport (Let's go)
She go to the doc so she can see her ass more (Huh)
Humble when we shop, I had to tell her, "Grab more" (Okay)
You don't spend your money, what I'm buyin' bags for? (Uh, whew)
You know you that b*tch, I think that you should brag more (Okay, whew)
Shorty don't get tired, she f*ck 'til her ass sore (f*ck, whew)
Caught that n*gga cheatin', what the f*ck you sad for? (Whew)
Get another n*gga, bae, that's what you bad for

[Verse 1: DDG]
Yeah, she so goddamn bad, she damn near dangerous (Huh)
Her ex-n*gga thought about killin' himself when she left and I don't blame him
Yeah (Yeah), that pus*y expensive, I'm ready to make that payment (Shh)
If she in control of my heart and she f*ckin' me good, I'ma make her famous
Yeah, they cappin' and sh*t on the blogs, they think I'm a bum, but f*ck that sh*t
I like when they countin' me out 'cause I know I'm that n*gga, I love that sh*t
When I'm takin' her shoppin', she askin' me if she can get it, I told her ass, "Duh, I'm rich"
Then about Halo mommy, you know that's my baby forever, y'all know that I love that— (Go)
I'm playin' with millions, lil' baby, this sh*t ain't trickin'
She know how to cook and clean, I buy her Celine, she take these inches (Come on)
I normally f*ck 'em and leave, it's somethin' about you, like bae, you different (Hm)
How the f*ck is you a bad b*tch? You f*ck good and you listen (Huh)
[Chorus: DDG, DDG & Real Boston Richey]
I can't f*ck with her if she ain't got no passport (Let's go)
She go to the doc so she can see her ass more (Huh)
Humble when we shop, I had to tell her, "Grab more" (Okay)
You don't spend your money, what I'm buyin' bags for? (Uh, whew)
You know you that b*tch, I think that you should brag more (Okay, whew)
Shorty don't get tired, she f*ck 'til her ass sore (f*ck, whew)
Caught that n*gga cheatin', what the f*ck you sad for? (Whew)
Get another n*gga, bae, that's what you bad for (Whew)

[Verse 2: Real Boston Richey]
Hey, hey, uh, I can't f*ck on a b*tch that f*cked a runner
I'm too piped up, no shade, can't f*ck on a b*tch that's whippin' Hondas
I got a football team of hoes, twelve deep like Travis Hunter
Probably be single like DDG, I tried to f*ck my b*tch with a condom
She ain't goin' for that
n*gga ain't bought you sh*t in six months, how the f*ck you goin' for that?
n*gga done offered 2K for the pus*y, b*tch, you goin' for that?
n*gga be goin' out sad about the pus*y like a b*tch wasn't born with that
She ain't sellin' that pus*y to get a bag, then b*tch, I'm done with that
I spend that cheese, nothin' like your last n*gga
Type of n*gga to buy a flight overseas just to get her ass bigger
Play with my b*tch, I'm uppin' that switch, this b*tch here got a fast trigger
Turn an easy b*tch to a bad b*tch just 'cause my bag bigger

[Chorus: DDG]
I can't f*ck with her if she ain't got no passport (Huh, go)
She go to the doc so she can see her ass more (Huh, shh)
Humble when we shop, I had to tell her, "Grab more" (Okay, whew)
You don't spend your money, what I'm buyin' bags for? (Uh, whew)
You know you that b*tch, I think that you should brag more (Okay, whew)
Shorty don't get tired, she f*ck 'til her ass sore (f*ck, whew)
Caught that n*gga cheatin', what the f*ck you sad for? (Whew)
Get another n*gga, bae, that's what you bad for (Come on, whew)
[Outro: DDG]
Whew, whew, whew, whew
Whew, whew, whew
Shh