Bad Bad Bad - Rexx Life Raj

Bad Bad Bad - Rexx Life Raj Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Got that poppy out the bag growing a pound
In the town slapping Offset, Jim
Rolling around Cali sun in the whip
Shit is good how can I trip?
I got businesses and chips
I got hoes, I got drip
I got plans to get more bands
Keep that money in a circle when it's switching hands
Got it out the mud with my thugs, no kissing ass
I tried to fuck with you, you catted and you missed your chance
My momma knew when I was banging on them kitchen pans
That one day I'd grow up and turn into the fucking man
Now I'm the fucking man yeah
And we checking every dollar sign
Won't look out the window blowing [?]

[Chorus]
How bad do we want it, want it bad, bad, bad
Right back on the road to get this bag, bag, bag
Turnt up when they hated, think they mad, mad, mad
One foot on their neck and on the gas, gas, gas
Ooh look I'm going [?]
When I gеt back to bed I hit it out the park
Fuck is you mad at me for I'm going hard
I'm in hеre lit, I'm like a shooting star
Shooting for the stars yeah

[Verse 2]
Hey concierge Raj getting the bag
Niggas wanna play with my money
I'm hop, skip, turning and flipping your ass we going bad
Remember the days when I didn't have it
When they [?], be funny acting huh
You went from fucking it up to opening up like what the fuck happened
Now I be higher than Appalachian
Doing a show up at Appalachian because I take action
I ain't wait for nobody, I do not have time to be passive
Way back when I was protecting passer
I was a backup, just hoping they'd let me in
I ain't see the field much but I could see myself on ESPN
I was a catalyst
Sold out show at the catalyst
Niggas was sleeping on my like paralysis
Wake up I'm doing extravagant
Feel like an analyst with this game that I've been giving back
All the odds stacked but I still win though like tinted glass, on God

[Chorus]
How bad do we want it, want it bad, bad, bad
Right back on the road to get this bag, bag, bag
Turnt up when they hated, think they mad, mad, mad
One foot on their neck and on the gas, gas, gas
Ooh look I'm going [?]
When I get back to bed I hit it out the park
Fuck is you mad at me for I'm going hard
I'm in here lit, I'm like a shooting star
Shooting for the stars yeah