Lyrics
(Mariah, it's time to tell these hoes what time it is)
Wo-wo-whoa bitch, Mariahlynn, uh, yeah
I lost count of all the bottles 'cause I got 'em for free
All the baddies in the city wanna party with me
All the thugs show me love when I'm up in the club
And I be printin' up the paper like I got a degree
I'm a baddie, clap when I walk, yeah I know I got a fatty
Young rich and ratchet make a - wish he had me
Never been a good girl, always been a hood girl
Yeah, I know I'm bad, I'm a baddie
Mariah, but not the Carey one
Yeah, I smack a bitch, I never been a scary one
The way I'm ballin' on these hoes, it's embarrassin'
Show me a rich thug that ain't a hoe and I'll marry him
Coochie too good, I ain't sharin' it
If the shoes ain't designer, I ain't wearin' it
I ain't gotta tell my business 'cause they airin' it
Is she really with the shits? Duh, apparently
You know I'm snatchin' wigs and I'm bunchin' up pennies
And I don't give a fuck 'bout nobody who got an opinion
I ain't sorry, ho, I came to party
Red little bad bitches slide it like Ferrari (skrr)
I lost count of all the bottles 'cause I got 'em for free
All the baddies in the city wanna party with me
All the thugs show me love when I'm up in the club
And I be printin' up the paper like I got a degree
I'm a baddie, clap when I walk, yeah I know I got a fatty
Young rich and ratchet make a - wish he had me
Never been a good girl, always been a hood girl
Yeah, I know I'm bad, I'm a baddie
I'm a baddie, clap when I walk, yeah I know I got a fatty
Young rich and ratchet make a - wish he had me
Never been a good girl, always been a hood girl
Yeah, I know I'm bad, I'm a baddie, uh
"She wack", "Is she black?", "Why she on TV?"
If she ever said that shit, that bitch wanna be me
Another fan, so is her man
She be likin' all my pictures, he be in my DM's
If you was me, what would you do? Run up the price
Baby, I could be your dream girl, talk to me nice
Yeah, this apple pie hot, come and get you a slice
If I tell you come get it, I ain't sayin' it twice
You know I'm snatchin' wigs, and I'm bunchin' up pennies
And I don't give a fuck 'bout nobody who got an opinion
I ain't sorry, ho, I came to party
Red little bad bitches slide it like Ferrari (zoom-zoom)
I lost count of all the bottles 'cause I got 'em for free
All the baddies in the city wanna party with me
All the thugs show me love when I'm up in the club
And I be printin' up the paper like I got a degree
I'm a baddie, clap when I walk, yeah I know I got a fatty
Young rich and ratchet make a - wish he had me
Never been a good girl, always been a hood girl
Yeah, I know I'm bad, I'm a baddie
I'm a baddie, clap when I walk, yeah I know I got a fatty
Young rich and ratchet make a - wish he had me
Never been a good girl, always been a hood girl
Yeah, I know I'm bad, I'm a baddie, whoa
Bitch
(They thought you was fuckin' over)
Run this shit back