Brat Hey JD, why you be saying oh, oh Is that like flossin' [bad word]  You just like walk in and so people say "Oh [bad word]  it's him" Bounce to [bad word] on
Where my rag wearing soldiers that Love to watch the dough stack Never leave the house without their strap That's what I'm looking for
They know just what a woman need Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, [bad word] That's what I'm looking for
Where my Rolley wearing thugs who Claim they don't love you But any time you want something done, they do it That's what I'm looking for
The ball-all-night type Frontin', screamin', thug life That's the type of [bad word] I like That's what I'm looking for
I get high, get mine I like a thug in my life to get by That's why I spit shine the [bad word] 'Til it get tight and fine He push me over to the other side If he act right he could hit it from behind We can bump and grind all night 'till we reach a climax Make sure you leave a phat sack for Brat Till [bad word] back for more
Six pack surrounding my belly hole, it's tight You ain't gotta tell me so So Def is the way that I flow Made to blow, pave the road Unfadable, capable to save your hoe
Wherever I go, stack dough I'm looking for a [bad word] roll, that ain't broke If it's time to lick of shots he don't choke Even know how to flip cocaine and when the funds is low
For the show stopper, this for the know nadas [bad word] get mo' hotter, [bad word] holla my name They follow me when I drivin' the range And wait for me to finish performing backstage
Never have a [bad word] yawning When they keep up with the shorty Weed pumping as strong as me Gotta be the ball-all-night type I like it every minute when he charmin' me
Where my rag wearing soldiers that Love to watch the dough stack Never leave the house without their strap That's what I'm looking for
They know just what a woman need Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, [bad word] That's what I'm looking for
Where my Rolley wearing thugs who Claim they don't love you But any time you want something done, they do it That's what I'm looking for
The ball-all-night type Frontin', screamin', thug life That's the type of [bad word] I like That's what I'm looking for
Stretch out your arms, flip out your wrists Let me see what to hit for I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop couple of dem thangs for your girl to rock When we stepping in the door we killing ‘em Let the heads know we ain't feeling them Or affiliated with them
I glisten and glow, 38 caliber go pop Niggas that wanna show off, don't just stop My soldier's not having that I'm looking for a thug that'll kill for Brat And make million dollar deals for Brat And pay some of the bills for Brat And just chill for Brat
Watch dough stack, been broke, am I goin' back? Nope Need to know how to surround a [bad word] with stability Get down, [bad word]  if he feel me, rich now I can't afford to sit down, get bored if We got hits out [bad word] need big clout Don't crowd my space if we dip [bad word] with some other [bad word] face he don't trip out
Never leave the house without weed and a glock Even got keys to the spot to drop the PO Box And in the drawer when he find his underwear I keep a fresh do rag in his hair
Where my rag wearing soldiers that Love to watch the dough stack Never leave the house without their strap That's what I'm looking for
They know just what a woman need Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, [bad word] That's what I'm looking for
Where my Rolley wearing thugs who Claim they don't love you But any time you want something done, they do it That's what I'm looking for
The ball-all-night type Frontin', screamin', thug life That's the type of [bad word] I l