Bad Tings (feat. Future & Tory Lanez) [Richmix]

Am I the only one for you?

Do I mean everything to you?

Am I the only one for you?

Do I mean everything to you?

Do you drink or smoke?

Pull out pieces, look like I'm whipping dope

You can tell them fuck **** I'm with this smoke

Shorty came around, she on a new pretty

Spent like sixty thousand on some new titties

All boss bitches on my boss team

I see bad tings on a good girl

All roll on us for my bad ting

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

New Louboutin for my bad ting

Celine and McQueen, that's a cash thing

Do you drink or do you smoke?

Do you take molly or play with your nose?

See this Lamborghini

Blue paint wet, looking like it's a blue martini

We be down on Collins when we in Miami

Top down, shorty said, daddy, I got no panties

(Wait, switch, switch it up)

Look, now that's a bad ting with a bad ting

You see how many bad tings cash brings?

Shorty, you know that I'm loving the way that you're moving that body

Said, them jeans fit on you like Pirellis on a new Bugatti

Said, them jeans fit on you like Pirellis on a new Bugatti

Shorty, do you got a man?

Do he take you shopping? Do he drop them bands?

Christmas gift wrapped bow tie on them brand new Benz

Never felt this feeling before

Now you rolling and rolling and rolling like you on a boat

Never been with a real one

Red bottom like you kill some

Giuseppe shoes with the gold on it

You a bad ting, for real, hon

You a bad ting, for real, hon

Shorty, tell me, do you drink or smoke?

Do you shop in Paris like you in Dubai?

All them different bags stay nice

Can you cop a 'Rari, switch to private planes

All boss bitches doing boss things

Do some lean shopping, that's some mad ting

We all know Serrano got the bad tings

All bad bitches talking bad tings

Whipping on the forty, talking mad things

So when I pull up in Miami

Bad bitches calling me daddy

Pouring that dirty Diana, yeah

Putting a four in the lean

She got me going, I'm leaning

Shorty, you know that I see my

Am I the only one for you?

Do I mean everything to you?

Swap out your Gucci for poochie

All of my groupies wear Louis

Harder you go, the more money you get

The more money you get, the more shit you could buy

You grind up the front to the top

That pussy good, that's why you risen

I filled out your watch with some rocks

Got rich and I bought the whole block I grew up on

That's how you do it

Chanel and those Berkins, you have your influence

Right talking money talk, she speaking fluent

I'm working that wood, she know how to do it

Do you drink or smoke?

Do you shop in Paris like you in Dubai?

All them different bags stay nice

Can you cop a 'Rari, switch to private planes

All boss bitches doing boss things

All boss bitches on my boss team

I see bad tings on a good girl

All I want for my bad ting

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tell me you don't wanna test the prototype

Get back out of sleep, 'cause you the photo type

Do you fuck with locals? Are you taking flight?

Can we go home and make love tonight?

Can't get drunk with a bad bitch, right?

All I want for my bad ting

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah