Bad Girl - Tink

OK my heels are 7 inches, Monday through Sunday

I’m walking to the bank as if I’m Tyra on that runway

OK my heels are 7 inches, Monday through Sunday

I’m walking to the bank as if I’m Tyra on that runway

Hotter than wasabi, bet them niggas know my name

I’m twisting up my fingers while I’m rolling up that jane

I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl

I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl

Manicured tips, and my bag is lepard print

Got a nice round booty, and a pare of full lips

I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl

I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl

OK my heels are 7 inches, Monday through Sunday

I’m walking to the bank as if I’m Tyra on that runway

Catwalk, cheata print leggings, but these bitches

Hoes staring me down like that fridge in they kitchen

Maybe cause I’m eating, it’s bread up in my wallet

And I ain’t talking vollyball when I say I got it

That check, that was easy

And you can never be me

These girls want my image like a shortage on they TV

Better get that cabel, cuase Imma be direct

I’m way over your head, like a on your neck

And I’m putting on a show, call me the director

Hoes riding my dick like pasingers on that Metro

But that is expected when you kinda dope

I roll the blunt, he roll his tongue, yeah that’s kinda dope

And I’m kinda cool,

I’m in the front, like Chinies bangs

Hotter than wasabi, bet them niggas know my name

I’m twisting up my fingers while I’m rolling up that jane

I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl

I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl

Manicured tips, and my bag is lepard print

Got a nice round booty, and a pare of full lips

I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl

I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl

This for all the girls riding in the fast lane

This for all the girls twisting up they own plane

This for all the girls who can buy they own

Been stacking up very up

Pink up on my nails, but don’t ever take me lightly

I’m known to make a scene, might as well call me Spike lLee

Rolling, I’m just getting

Tryna count these chips like the dealer playing Poker

I’m playing that joker, cause you know that I’m wild

And if I take your nigga, you can blame it on my style

Blame it on my bars, you know I got groupies

All about my paper, I’m addicted to this loose lief

Rings over my fingers, I feel like Jordan

Got these rappers shook like they living in New Orlands

Shout out to Catrina,

If you ain’t talking cash, then we cannot mingle

Hotter than wasabi, bet them niggas know my name

I’m twisting up my fingers while I’m rolling up that jane

I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl

I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl

Manicured tips, and my bag is lepard print

Got a nice round booty, and a pare of full lips

I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl

I’m a bad girl, yeah I’m a bad girl

Get it, get it, get it, if you a bad girl

Get it, get it, get it,

Get it, get it, get it, if you want a bad girl

He want a bad girl

He want a bad girl

So work, work, work

Twerk, twerk, twerk

Work, work, work

Twerk, twerk, twerk