Yeah, yeah
Please get your seatbelt on for me, please

All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars
Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad
Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard
Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard
(All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars)
(Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad)
(Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard)
(Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard)

She wanna eat me in traffic (sweet, come on)
I weren't even trappin' on that
'Cause I honestly just got her number last week (mm-hmm)
I wasn't even tryna fuck, I was sleep (like—)
She don't even wanna trick, she a boss (a boss)
She don't even like to cut, she a lady (she—, ayy)
She don't let niggas fuck, niggas lazy (uh-huh)
She won't even let me fuck, 'cause I'm baby
Shit, I'm good either way, 'cause I'm player
And she know I ain't trippin' on shit, got wounds in my back
Been stabbed by the people that I loved
More than the people I call haters
I've been through that shit, it can't phase me
I think I got numb, it feel just like somebody tased me
In traffic right now, I'm with her and, yeah, I got a gun
Wherever I go, I'ma take it

All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars (yeah)
Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (yeah)
Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard
Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard
(All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars) ayy
(Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) ayy
(Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard)
(Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard)

All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars
Catch me out trappin' with a badass broad
Catch me out trappin' with a freak (yeah)
Catch me out trappin' with that heat (uh-huh)
Catch me out trappin' with a badass bitch
That love gangsta shit way more than me (yeah)
Hoppin' out the car with her bad ass (uh)
Never trust a smile, look at fat ass (go)
Jonathan was always good with the numbers
Weren't worried 'bout nothin', clap him out class
Lookin' at the niggas that I ran past (yeah, go)
Shittin' on these niggas, I'm a damn ass (yeah, come on)
And I ain't tryna change not a goddamn thing 'bout me
For you, who used to kiss my damn ass
Sittin' at the grammys, yeah, I let my fuckin' pants sag
(They ain't fuckin' with jonathan, nigga)

(All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars) yeah
(Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) yeah
(Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard)
(Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard)
All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars (ayy)
Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (ayy)
Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard
Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard
(All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars) woah
(Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) woah
(Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard) woah
(Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard)

Woah, yeah