My Chick Bad (Remix)

(album: Battle Of The Sexes - 2010)

My chick bad
My chick 'hood
My chick do stuff
That your chick wish she could
[Repeated]

Do you?
You're right?
You're right?
The pussy-rules-the-world version
You're ready? Let's go!
There I got a all-star line-up for you, right
We star it too
But I'm 'a start up in Atlanta, Georgia
You know I got you
We gon' get some new blood
Diamond, holler at 'em, baby

[Diamond:]
Ride-or-die chick with a pocket full of relish
Jimmy Choo fetish keep me fresh like lettuce
Bitches get jealous 'cause I'm quite cocky
Since fourteen ain't nah hoes stop me

Money? I get it on the tracks. I spit it
That's why the credit cards don't come with no limits
Y'all just don't get it, a crib with no tenets
Walk through closets like I'm walking outta Lenox

Now that's swagger on a hundred, thousand, trillion
Roll with bad bitches and they all look Brazilian
These niggas can't leave me, I swear they can't leave me
Ass so fat and the pussy like Fiji
Diamond

My chick bad
My chick 'hood
My chick do stuff
That your chick wish she could
[Repeated]

We're gonna take it from the 'hood of Atlanta, Georgia, down to the 'hoods of Miami, Florida.
What up, Trina?
Holler at 'em, baby. Let's go!

[Trina:]
I'm the baddest chick, and they don't call me that for nothing
Diamond princess straight VVS stunting
Light grey eyes, hourglass frame
Still got the crown for best ass in the game

Hips of a goddess. Watch how I throw 'em
So good it make 'em wanna tattoo my lips on 'em
I'm so bad and I rep that 'hood
Pussy stay wet, sex so good

10 years strong. You should act like you know me
Hair so fine make you do the hokey-tokey
A good stroke in and a good stroke out
OK
Now that's what I'm all about
I'm the baddest

My chick bad
My chick 'hood
My chick do stuff
That your chick wish she could
[Repeated]

OK
We gon' take it from Miami
We gon' travel north 'til we get the Philli, right?
Now we gon' stop in Philli
We gon' holler my girl, EVE

[Eve:]
Yeah, I took a couple years off, came back still bussing
Still repping Philly, still the Eve of destruction
Still pushing buttons that'll do away the roof
Still walk around with five-thousand-dollar boots

So when I'm in the club you chicks get jealous
'Cause I'm that bitch that still keep a mean fetish
Still stack lettuce, still stack cheese
And I got a bad temper, tell your nigga say 'please'

'Cause this is for the Gs, never for the Bustas
So put your diamond rings on and get yourself a hustler
Better yet a customer, guaranteed to buy it
Sick from the lips. Caramel. Wanna try it

My chick bad
My chick 'hood
My chick do stuff
That your chick wish she could
[Repeated]

And I'm loving it
Let's go
All my chicks are bad
All my chicks is 'hood
All my chicks is better than yours