Chrome Hearts Tag!

[Intro]
(Bad little bitch and a Chrome Hearts tag)
(Bad little bitch and a Chrome Hearts tag)
(I know you're mad 'cause I've got it like that)
What's good, Mori?

[Chorus]
Bad little bitch and a Chrome Hearts tag
I know you're mad 'cause I've got it like that
Money on me, like to count my racks
And I already know why the fuck you're mad, yeah
Tell a bad little bitch, "Come over"
Next day I act like I ain't know her
She tell me that she's never been with a rock star
But I ain't going to show her
Bad little bitch and a Chrome Hearts tag
I know you're mad 'causе I've got it like that
Money on mе, like to count my racks
And I already know why the fuck you're mad, yeah
Tell a bad little bitch, "Come over"
Next day I act like I ain't know her
She tell me that she's never been with a rock star
But I ain't going to show her

[Verse]
Yeah, she like how I move it
She like how I do it
Trying to say you don't love me, like
That's just so stupid
Yeah, I'm like, bitch, I'm cooling
LA [?] just cruising
Telling all your friends I'm down bad
Who're you fooling?
Money all up in my pockets, baby
I'm running it up
I'm in LA with the guys, baby
You know we're fucking it up
I'm chasing a check, never chasing a bitch
Like, baby, I ain't ever falling in love
You tell me that you really miss me
But, baby, I ain't the same person I was

[Bridge]
I promise, baby, I won't fall in love, not ever again
You're telling me you love me
Baby, I just want to fuck your friend
I wake up, I can't [?], baby
I'm whipping in that brand-new Benz
I don't want that love shit
Like, hold up, let me tell you again

[Chorus]
Bad little bitch and a Chrome Hearts tag
I know you're mad 'cause I've got it like that
Money on me, like to count my racks
And I already know why the fuck you're mad, yeah
Tell a bad little bitch, "Come over"
Next day I act like I ain't know her
She tell me that she's never been with a rock star
But I ain't going to show her
Bad little bitch and a Chrome Hearts tag
I know you're mad 'cause I've got it like that
Money on me, like to count my racks
And I already know why the fuck you're mad, yeah
Tell a bad little bitch, "Come over"
Next day I act like I ain't know her
She tell me that she's never been with a rock star
But I ain't going to show her