Bad b*tch lyrics

[Intro: Whitney]
A-a-a-alpha
Felt cute, might build an empire later

[Chorus]
Uh, I've been feelin' like a bad b*tch
You don't wanna see me mad, b*tch
I don't need no one to gas me
I can do it on my own, 'cause I'm
I'm a, I'm a
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch, bad b*tch
You're looking at a
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch, bad b*tch
You're f*cking with at a
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch, bad b*tch
In the presence of a
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Take that, motherf*ckers

[Verse 1: Melissa Marie]
Tick, tock, tick
Yeah, I'm a bad b*tch
Yeah, know you say my name you know I'm Millionaires
Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich
God, I love that word
I got cash, pounds, yen
Oh my god, you haven't heard?
I like sippin' champagne on a Sunday, please
Got a man in the States and a man overseas
Bad b*tch living, beach house with a breeze
Sake bomb
What? I'm Japanese
Cеrtified bad girl, BGC
Of course, I'll take a pic
Front cam, cheesе
Got an Indica spliff, always smokin' trees
And I'll puff, puff, puff, puff, puff [?]
[Chorus: Whitney]
Uh, I've been feelin' like a bad b*tch
You don't wanna see me mad, b*tch
I don't need no one to gas me
I can do it on my own, 'cause I'm
I'm a

[Verse 2: Whitney]
Bad broad blowing trees while I branch out
Stand out
All the shady b*tches wanna stand now
Dirt poor to world tour
I'll bring these bands out, big plans now
In the kitchen makin' sure they pan out
Sick endeavors under the weather
I never miss or measure
Skip a letter, little effort
I spit like it's whatever
I'm from a different sector
Gettin' cheddar, sippin' nectar
If you hecklers think I never ripped a record
Listen better

[Chorus]
Uh, I've been feelin' like a bad b*tch
You don't wanna see me mad, b*tch
I don't need no one to gas me
I can do it on my own, 'cause I'm
I'm a, I'm a
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch, bad b*tch
You're looking at a
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch, bad b*tch
You're f*cking with at a
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch, bad b*tch
In the presence of a
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Take that, motherf*ckers