ILBB2 (We love BB2)

[Chorus: Jorjiana]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I love bad bitches too
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I'm rockin' some Trues, what's new?
Von told me to rap my ass off
Shit, I'm tryna tell him the same
Get to the gwap, I'm tryna take this shit 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, shit 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 bitch 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 bitches 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)
Shit, I'm tryna tell him the same
Get to the gwap, I'm tryna take this shit 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 bitches love me, why? Because I'm a motherfuckin' boss
You spent a bag on a bitch and you still didn't fuck, go return all the shit that you bought
I know what you did last summer, lil' bitch, don't lie, your dumb ass caught
Don't got traffic, his ass tryna walk, buddy gon' fuck around get his dumbass hawked
If we don't got pipes when we catch us a nigga we whoopin' his ass, the fuck you thought?
Uh-huh (Woof), bitch I'm a dog
A—After I'm finished, the bitch get blocked
I'm tellin' Jorji she can't stop even after she already get to the top
Uh-huh, I like bad bitches also
This bitch 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, nigga, we Costcos
You wanna know all the keys to get rich, cl—cl—close yo' mouth and watch, follow
That bitch spread her legs like a hollow
Yo' shit [?], can I borrow?
Finna go to Guatemala and cop me a brick for the low off my nigga Gustavo
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, I love bad bitches too, uh-huh)