Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy
Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag, boy
Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat even though I'm a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me 'fore that breath be your last, boy (Let's go, yeah)
I've been drinking red, rasp', boy (Red, yeah)
I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr)
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months, ooh
Overseas, hundreds gettin', bitch, croissants (Yeah)
Wrecked the GT-R (Skrrt), I love to crash cars
I'm a bad boy, so I got a bad broad