Bad And Boujee (Migos ft. Lil Uzi Vert)


You know young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lot of new money though

Raindrops, drop top
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger
Call up the gang, they come and get you
Cry me a river, give you a tissue
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi
My niggas is savage, ruthless
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi
My niggas is savage, ruthless
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too

Offset, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe
I take your bitch right from you
Bitch I’m a dog, woof
Beat that ho walls loose
Hop in the frog, whoa
I tell that bitch don’t come for me
I swear these niggas they under me
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me
Bankrolls on me keep me company
We do the most
Pull up in Ghosts
My diamonds a choker
Holdin’ the fire with no holster
Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler
This a Rollie not a Mueller
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual
Magic with the brick, do voodoo
Court side with a bad bitch
Then I send the bitch through Uber
I’m young and rich and plus I’m boujee
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You niggas got a low Act’ rate
We from the Nawf, yeah that way
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray
Two bitches, just national smash day
Hop in the Lamb’, have a drag race
I let them birds take a bath bae

Raindrops, drop top
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger
Call up the gang, they come and get you
Cry me a river, give you a tissue
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi
My niggas is savage, ruthless
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi
My niggas is savage, ruthless
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too

Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, KiD CuDi
Introduce me to your bitch-ass wifey and we know she sluttin
Broke a brick down, nutty buddy, now that nigga ducking
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you
Draco bad and boujee
I’m always hangin’ with shooters
Might be posted somewhere secluded
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie
When I’m on stage show me boobies
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest
How about the suicide with the Uzi?
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs in the cooler
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’, I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up
I gave her 10 racks, I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up
These bitches they fuck and suck dick and they bustin’ for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, that way, float on the track like a Segway
Yeah, that way, I used to trap by the subway
Yeah, that way, young nigga trap with the AK
Yeah, that way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray

Raindrops, drop top
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger
Call up the gang, they come and get you
Cry me a river, give you a tissue
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi
My niggas is savage, ruthless
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi
My niggas is savage, ruthless
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my bitch she bad to the bone,
Wait, these niggas watchin’, I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh, switchin’ my hoes like my flows
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Oh, oh, now she won’t fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the ‘Rari, that bitch got no roof
Wait, what kind of ‘Rari? 458
All of these niggas, they hate
Try to hide shoot through the gate
Look, go to the strip club, make it rain
So much money they use rakes
Count 100, 000 in your face
Yeah, they put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, oh
She talk to me like she knew me
Go to sleep in a Jacuzzi
Yeah, wakin’ up right to a two piece
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese
Yeah, boy you so fat like my collar
You snakin’, I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay
And you know we winnin’
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me
Saw your girl once now she choose me

Raindrops, drop top
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot,
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger
Call up the gang, they come and get you
Cry me a river, give you a tissue
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi
My niggas is savage, ruthless
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi
My niggas is savage, ruthless
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too