Too Bad

[Chorus]
I could hear the haters now, here they come
Where you at? Point 'em out
There they go, over there looking dumb
I wish I could see your face right now, why you hatin'?
You don't know, you just lost in the sauce and you broke
Too bad, too bad, too bad
I'm too bad
Too bad, too bad
I'm getting money and you be mad

[Verse 1]
They like how she keep on flexing
Why you asking questions?
Why you trying to count my pockets?
I count up my blessings
I done learned from all my lessons
Who gon' be there in the end?
It's gon' be me myself and I so why the fuck I need a friend
That's why I'm running out of a fucks to give
I know they can't touch my drip
Fresh to death, before I go get dressed I made a bucket list
Miss me with that sucker shit, couple cars, couple cribs
Took your baby diddy on a date, he say he love it here
He call me all the time, this hah on his mind
He think this pussy his but that shit really mine
I kinda feel bad, I can tell he really tryin'
Shit, he supposed to
Tay Money a dime

[Chorus]
I could hear the haters now, here they come
Where you at? Point 'em out
There they go, over there looking dumb
I wish I could see your face right now, why you hatin'?
You don't know, you just lost in the sauce and you broke
Too bad, too bad, too bad
I'm too bad
Too bad, too bad
I'm getting money and you be mad

[Verse 2]
I got bad intentions, I'm a hot nigga
Name another young nigga that's fucking with me
Two hoes in my night with 'em, text one now just talk to me
Know you got a thing for them hood niggas
Just something about them hood bitches
You know you're with a thug when you rolling with me
Here go the chopper we don't talk 50s
Load up and go tweak with me
Is you ready for a deep nigga
Come here let me rub on you, baby too bad
Got me spending cash on it
We ain't never ran from the opps, we put pressure on 'em
These niggas ain't ready for us
These niggas ain't ready for us
They be hiding from us
I'm trying to spin the block can't spend no time with you
These niggas ain't ready for us, they be hiding from us
Tay ain't gotta worry about a thang, bitch I'm sliding for her

[Chorus]
I could hear the haters now, here they come
Where you at? Point 'em out
There they go, over there looking dumb
I wish I could see your face right now, why you hatin'?
You don't know, you just lost in the sauce and you broke
Too bad, too bad, too bad
I'm too bad
Too bad, too bad
I'm getting money and you be mad