My Bad

Monet

[Hook]
That's my bad
Sorry, gotta kick you out, that's my bag
Tryna mess with my money, wouldn't try that
Pray the real live long, fake die fast
Then I slide past
That's right
You know I be watching my step
That's right
I'm the reason why your girl left
That's right
I just call plays while they call to the ref, got 'em holding they breath takin' shots, that's right

[Bridge]
That's right
I'm the reason why your girl left
That's right
I just call plays while they call to the ref

[Verse 1]
Scared money don't make no money
If I ever go broke, I'ma take your money
I could break her off a little if she count it all for me
I'm busy right now, get it later on from me
That's right
Wonder what they want, what they want, from a nigga
When your pocket deep, now she talk like she dig ya
I'ma need at least six figures by 2020
Killing everything, ditch diggers, that's right
I heard they was mad at the kid, that's spite
Tryna kill my vibe 'cause they got no life
Fly her overseas weekend, I might
Money coming in while I sleep, I like
Call me when you wanna link up, don't type
Cut the loose ends off, now he got tight
Never said it’s fair, li'l homie, that's life
Hustle every night, and I tell 'em

[Hook]
That's my bad
Sorry, gotta kick you out, that's my bag
Tryna mess with my money, wouldn't try that
Pray the real live long, fake die fast
Then I slide past
That's right
You know I be watching my step
That's right
I'm the reason why your girl left
That's right
I just call plays while they call to the ref, got 'em holding they breath takin' shots, that's right

[Verse 2]
Gettin' bigger now
I was dreamin' 'bout the life, but I live it now
Money so young, but I never kid around
I'm a stand-up nigga, had to sit 'em down, yeah
Listen when the boss talk
When I make a hit, it ain't called off
Cutting all that talking like a sawed-off
And I'm making plays from the Waldorf
Yeah
Five-star, five-star, five-star (Five-star)
Still the realest nigga in it by far (By far)
If they plotting on me, better try hard
Say a prayer for my foes, my God
Yeah, they need that
Pockets fat Joe, yeah, they gotta lean back
Now shawty wanna smoke, where the weed at?
People tell you anything
Don't believe that, 'til you seen that

[Hook]
That's my bad
Sorry, gotta kick you out, that's my bag
Tryna mess with my money, wouldn't try that
Pray the real live long, fake die fast
Then I slide past
That's right
You know I be watching my step
That's right
I'm the reason why your girl left
That's right
I just call plays while they call to the ref, got 'em holding they breath takin' shots, that's right