song by Justin Starling
My bad lyrics

That's my bad, sorry, I've got to kick it out
That's my bag, tryina mess with my money
Won't try that
Pray to live real long, fake die fast
Then I slide past, that's right
You know I be watching my step, that's right
I'm the reason why your girl left, that's right
I just cut plays while the cards to the ref'
Got a name [?] nigga shots, that's right
That's right, I'm the reason why your girl left, that's right
I just cut plays while the cards to the ref'
Scared money don't make no money if I ever go broke
I'ma take your money, I could break it all a little
So, count it all for me, I'm a little busy right now
Get them later on for me, that's right
Wonder what they want, what they want from a nigga
When your pocket deep, like she tall, like she diggin'
I'ma need at least six figures by 2020 [??]
I've heard that was mad to the kid, that's right
Tryina kill my bike cause they've got no life
Fly overseas weekend, I might
Money come in name while I sleep, I like
Call me when you wanna let go, don't type
Cut the lose sense, now [??]
Husstlin' at night and I tell them
That's my bad, sorry, I've got to kick it out
That's my bag, tryina mess with my money
Won't try that
Pray to live real long, fake die fast
Then I slide past, that's right
You know I be watching my step, that's right
I'm the reason why your girl left, that's right
I just cut plays while the cards to the ref'
Got a name [?] nigga shots, that's right
Getting bigger now, I was dreaming bout the light
But I'm living now
Money so young but I never kidd' around
I'ma stand up, nigga had to stand down
Yeah
Listen when the boss talks
When I'm making hit and they called [?]
Cutting all that talking like it's [?]
And I'm making plays from the [?]
[???]
Say a prayer for my foes, my God