ILBB2 (We love BB2) lyrics

[Chorus: Jorjiana]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I love bad b*tches too
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I'm rockin' some Trues, what's new?
Von told me to rap my ass off
sh*t, I'm tryna tell him the same
Get to the gwap, I'm tryna take this sh*t far, but never forget where I came
I want the richy-richies, but I don't really care for fame (Huh), uh-huh (Uh-huh)
I want the tracky-trackies (Phew), this lil' ho aggy, he ask do my son need a daddy? (Uh-huh)

[Verse 1: Jorjiana]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, sh*t I'm where the cash be
Pockets too fat, it kinda attract me
If you text “Hey Boo”, then you ain't a bad B
When I walk in all the hoes tryna bag me
Whole team rich, we all got a baggy
If the b*tch broke make that ass eat a Plan B
I can't slow down, all these hoes can't stand me
It's 2025, time to get a Tracky
I was just broke but now that's the past me, uh-huh, uh-huh
It ain't Jorji, it's big Jorjiana
Lil' bro tweak ridin' 'round with that llama

[Chorus: Jorjiana]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
But I love bad b*tches too
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I'm rockin' some Trues, what's new?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Von told me to rap my ass off (Uh-huh)
sh*t, I'm tryna tell him the same
Get to the gwap, I'm tryna take this sh*t far, but never forget where I came
I want the richy-richies, but I don't really care for fame (Uh-huh)
I want a tracky-tracky, this lil' ho aggy, he ask do my son need a daddy?
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
[Verse 2: BabyChiefDoIt]
I ain't gonna lie bad b*tches love me, why? Because I'm a motherf*ckin' boss
You spent a bag on a b*tch and you still didn't f*ck, go return all the sh*t that you bought
I know what you did last summer, lil' b*tch, don't lie, your dumb ass caught
Don't got traffic, his ass tryna walk, buddy gon' f*ck around get his dumbass hawked
If we don't got pipes when we catch us a n*gga we whoopin' his ass, the f*ck you thought?
Uh-huh (Woof), b*tch I'm a dog
A—After I'm finished, the b*tch get blocked
I'm tellin' Jorji she can't stop even after she already get to the top
Uh-huh, I like bad b*tches also
This b*tch ass like a hard shell taco
Somebody warn this hoe to watch how she talkin' to me 'cause I really sock hoes
I left my whole past in Chicago
I'm with the guys, n*gga, we Costcos
You wanna know all the keys to get rich, cl—cl—close yo' mouth and watch, follow
That b*tch spread her legs like a hollow
Yo' sh*t [?], can I borrow?
Finna go to Guatemala and cop me a brick for the low off my n*gga Gustavo
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, I love bad b*tches too, uh-huh)