Got my pockets too fat
I can't hold you down I'm moving too fast (huh)
Bad lil bɪtch from the bay
Huh, from the bay!
She tell me everything is okay
But I can sense that something has changed
I sense something is different
Something it ain't you
This isn't the greatest
Thing to come home to
You don't ever listen
Got me in the deep end
I made a decision
I'm saying I want you
You real good at playing
Like I did in highschool
I never did get this
Got me on left read
oh damn oh, ah
Yeah talking but they don't know
Lemme take you on the road
I'ma put you in the front seat
All them other girls I'll put behind me
You the highest on the totum pole
And I could put you on the honor roll
Yeah only way we met is perfect timing
Yeah pockets getting heavy
And they really getting too fat
I can't hold you down I'm moving too fast
Bad lil bɪtch from the bay
(bad little bɪtch from the bay, from the bay!)
She tell me everything is okay
(She tell me everything's just okay, it's just okay but damn oh)
(god damn oo ah oh)
(god damn oo ah oh)
(god damn oo ah oh)
(god damn oo ah oh)