Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Traxamillion)
Yeah

Wait a minute, wait a minute
Last time I checked, I had a half a hundred million
Know a Memphis nigga out in Beverly Hills
I been buyin' publishing and sellin' pills
Big dog status, watch with no stones
Niggas buyin' Dior, I been buyin' homes
Somebody tell my ex to leave me alone
No hard feelings got a better bitch, I'm moving on
I be spittin' dope shit in every song
If I get indicted off these lyrics, sayin' it's gon' be long, uh
You a rat, you know you dead wrong, uh
No collect calls, we do iPhones
All my niggas locked up they got iPhones
And I cleared the bank to bring my niggas home, yeah
Start over yeah, yeah, start over
Sellin'loud, yeah, yeah, strong odor
Twenty thousand square feet, I don't call it home
Walkin' 'round this bitch, I feel so alone
Text's to my son, ask him when he comin'
Give him a hundred K like, "Give it to your mommy"
Just because, yeah, yeah, just because
I remember the struggle, it ain't none but love
Bad memories, but can't forget the opps
I invest in pills, bricks, and weed 'fore I invest in stocks

Bad behavior, bad behavior
Get this money, take shit from nobody, how they raise you?
Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early
Thirteen out the service, CMG all on my jersey
When they hang up my jersey, that's a 36
I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks
They can frame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks
I can retro my jersey, I been doin' this shit

Couple niggas try, couple won't survive
Championship rings going to all the guys
You fucked up then she fucked up, why you act surprised?
You don't own the pussy, guess you can't accept the fact she lied
Bad behavior, bad behavior
Mama was a ho, I guess that's how her mama raised him
Daddy was a pussy nigga, so she fuck with suckers
All she know was lame-ass niggas, look at her brother
Gotti, where you been, where you been?
I been off the scene countin' millions by the teens
I been on vacation, chillin', fuckin' bitches friends
I been kinda silent, still slidin', gettin' revenge

Bad behavior, bad behavior
Get this money, take shit from nobody, how they raise you?
Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early
Thirteen out the service, CMG all on my jersey
When they hang up my jersey, that's a 36
I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks
They can frame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks
I'm the streets MVP, it don't get real as this

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Damien Aubrey, Mario Mims, Sultan Banks