Team of Bad b*tches lyrics

[Intro]
(Bankhead, what's happening?)
I'ma need a new starting five
b*tches 'bout to start comin' off the bench (Kutta, cut that sh*t up, man)

[Chorus]
A team full of bad b*tches, go pick a jersey
Stay away from broke n*ggas, I think I'm allergic
You scared of money, when you come around, you n*ggas nervous
I'm in the Lamb' cuttin' traffic, n*gga, I'm a surgeon
When we say we poppin' thirties, n*gga, it ain't Perkies
My lil' b*tch a spot worker, so I buy her purses (Get what she need)
I'll bust a b*tch down if the b*tch worth it (Anything)
If you can't help me make a dime, then a b*tch worthless (Mhm)

[Verse 1]
Boy, don't call my phone trippin', talkin' 'bout no b*tch
Don't call my phone about no work, I think you tryna snitch
Your baby mama called my phone, shе told me I'm the sh*t
I just called thе bank back, they told me I was rich
A thousand yeahs in what order make a lot of sense (I'm on my way)
Never talk without your lawyer, boy, that's common sense
He askin' why we on his ass, you chose the opposite
Hangin' with them b*tch n*ggas, that's what got him zipped
Keep your opinion to yourself, y'all is not no killers
If you screamin' out you real, you is not the realest
They gave my lil' n*gga life, he be poppin' jiggas
You talkin' down to get some pus*y and you still ain't hit it
[Chorus]
A team full of bad b*tches, go pick a jersey
Stay away from broke n*ggas, I think I'm allergic
You scared of money, when you come around, you n*ggas nervous
I'm in the Lamb' cuttin' traffic, n*gga, I'm a surgeon
When we say we poppin' thirties, n*gga, it ain't Perkies
My lil' b*tch a spot worker, so I buy her purses (Get what she need)
I'll bust a b*tch down if the b*tch worth it (Anything)
If you can't help me make a dime, then a b*tch worthless (Mhm)

[Verse 2]
Got two phones, one for hoes, one with sh*t urgent
Tolerate no disrespect, we grab sticks, purging
Dropped out of school, I been ballin' ever since Pershing
The gang got the same chain, this the big version
She asked for a bag, I looked at her, "You ain't even earn it" (Is you stupid?)
Beat a brick of girl down like it's Tina Turner (Jump on it)
Drive the load back from Cali', it's gon' be a journey (Take a risk)
But when the whole bag gone, you should see the earnings (Money)
I got b*tches that got n*ggas, they just wanna f*ck me (Mhm)
This b*tch must think I'm a sucker, she just said she love me (Yeah right)
She called my phone, I hung up, this ain't 'bout no money (Shut up)
A half a ticket in all twenties I turned in for hundreds

[Chorus]
A team full of bad b*tches, go pick a jersey
Stay away from broke n*ggas, I think I'm allergic
You scared of money, when you come around, you n*ggas nervous
I'm in the Lamb' cuttin' traffic, n*gga, I'm a surgeon
When we say we poppin' thirties, n*gga, it ain't Perkies
My lil' b*tch a spot worker, so I buy her purses (Get what she need)
I'll bust a b*tch down if the b*tch worth it (Anything)
If you can't help me make a dime, then a b*tch worthless (Mhm)