作词 : Miles Parks Mccollum/Tyron Douglas
 作曲 : Miles Parks Mccollum/Tyron Douglas
Buddha bless this beat
B*****s
Where my B*****sB*****s**** stack
Why them 20's in the front?
Why them 100's in the back?
Show me what you got
Bring it back for some cash
I'm a self made product, B*****s I look like a bag, I'ma **** 'em
Know you, now I mean it
I'ma put a B*****s on Front Street if you don't believe it
Ask your B*****sB*****s****, friends I'ma do it
I'm that B*****s with the, AK, I'ma shoot it
Like a B*****s**** who in love like a cupid
If a B*****s cross me up, on my mother, boy he stupid
Dead man, walking
Drop tape posin', Grand Ave' skrtin'
Bad B*****s, big booty, and she twerkin'
Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking
Twerkin' off a sidekick, like I'm Robin
Niggas have a morning 'til the neighbors come a knockin'
Only time a B*****s sweat when a B*****s joggin'
I can't take advice from someone who gotta clock in
That's a Fenti, got two Bentleys, white and green
One Ferrari, all red like Supreme
Your B*****s, I made love in front the team
Try to cross me out, do you know what that mean
You a dead man, walking
Drop tape posin', Grand Ave' skrtin'
Bad B*****s, big booty, and she twerkin'
Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking damn
Damn