Ah ah ah yep yep yep
The baddest b**** is back,
I'm back part 2, part 2
I'm reloaded and I'm killin you hoes
[Chorus: x2]
You see dat outfit b****
I'm killin you hoes
Cute face and a** swoll
I'm killin you hoes
I got the best p**** out
I'm killin you hoes
And ain't non you can do about
I'm killin you hoes
I don't care what a b**** think or how a hoe feel
Cause ain't nann one of you hoes payin my bills
And ain't nann one of you hoes fina buy me a crib
And ain't nann one of you hoes fina get me a whip
I know I must make a lot of ya'll hoes sick
And all I can tell you hoes, get used to it b****!
Cause Ms. Trina the baddest as it f***** get
And I don't sweat n***** and I don't fight over d***
So while you f***** for free, I'm tryna get rich
And don't you cross that line cause I get hot quick
And if you do it's gonna be me & u up in this b****
And I'm gonna show you why they call me the baddest b****
[Chorus x2]
You see dat outfit b**** (b****)
And you know what it costs
Look at how my a** poke out when I walk
Cause your n**** wanna f*** me it ain't my fault
And my p**** sit up real nice in ma shorts
Hate or love it, cause you broke hoes gonna talk
And I can go in any club and shut that b**** down
And I can come to your city and make it my town
So when you see me hoe you better smile and don't frown
Cause I got a couple of my dawgs that ready to clamp
And you'd be best off sittin your tired a** down
And all you jealous a** hoes better move round
And ask these hoes in Dade how it gets down
[Chorus x2]
The topic of discussion, I can f*** whoever I want
Look at me b**** I got everything you hoes want
I can f*** a n**** in the Bentley or a n**** in the dump
You get your money in pieces I get mines in a lump
You only ballin on weekends,
I'm ballin the whole month
I'm just a hood b****,
Rich suburbia cash,
A little fly a** chick who got alota class
I wanna spend your money n**** and put mine in a stash
You got me f***** up cause Trina gonna have the last laugh
Get your hustling hoe, look like your doin bad
You lost alota weight s***, you fallin off fast
I feel sorry for ya' might let you borrow some a**
[Chorus x2]
The baddest b**** is back,
I'm back part 2, part 2
I'm reloaded and I'm killin you hoes
[Chorus: x2]
You see dat outfit b****
I'm killin you hoes
Cute face and a** swoll
I'm killin you hoes
I got the best p**** out
I'm killin you hoes
And ain't non you can do about
I'm killin you hoes
I don't care what a b**** think or how a hoe feel
Cause ain't nann one of you hoes payin my bills
And ain't nann one of you hoes fina buy me a crib
And ain't nann one of you hoes fina get me a whip
I know I must make a lot of ya'll hoes sick
And all I can tell you hoes, get used to it b****!
Cause Ms. Trina the baddest as it f***** get
And I don't sweat n***** and I don't fight over d***
So while you f***** for free, I'm tryna get rich
And don't you cross that line cause I get hot quick
And if you do it's gonna be me & u up in this b****
And I'm gonna show you why they call me the baddest b****
[Chorus x2]
You see dat outfit b**** (b****)
And you know what it costs
Look at how my a** poke out when I walk
Cause your n**** wanna f*** me it ain't my fault
And my p**** sit up real nice in ma shorts
Hate or love it, cause you broke hoes gonna talk
And I can go in any club and shut that b**** down
And I can come to your city and make it my town
So when you see me hoe you better smile and don't frown
Cause I got a couple of my dawgs that ready to clamp
And you'd be best off sittin your tired a** down
And all you jealous a** hoes better move round
And ask these hoes in Dade how it gets down
[Chorus x2]
The topic of discussion, I can f*** whoever I want
Look at me b**** I got everything you hoes want
I can f*** a n**** in the Bentley or a n**** in the dump
You get your money in pieces I get mines in a lump
You only ballin on weekends,
I'm ballin the whole month
I'm just a hood b****,
Rich suburbia cash,
A little fly a** chick who got alota class
I wanna spend your money n**** and put mine in a stash
You got me f***** up cause Trina gonna have the last laugh
Get your hustling hoe, look like your doin bad
You lost alota weight s***, you fallin off fast
I feel sorry for ya' might let you borrow some a**
[Chorus x2]