He say I'm bad, he probably right.

She got that good good, she Michael Jackson bad. I'm attracted to her with her attractive ass, and now we murderers, because we kill time. I knock her lights out and she still shine, I hate to see her go, but I'd love to watch her leave. But I keep her runnin' back and forth like a soccer team. Cold as a winter day, hot as a summer's eve. Young Money thieves, steal your hearts with ease. I like the way you walkin' if you walkin' my way- I'm that red bull, now let's fly away. Let's buy a place with all kinds of space, I'll let you be the judge and I'm the case. I'm Gudda Gudda, I putta other I see me with her, no stevie Wonder. She don't even wonder, cause she know she bad and I got her nigga, grocery bags. Okay, oh baby, I be stuck to you like glue baby. Wanna spend it all on you baby, my room is the g-spot, call me Mr. Flinstone, I can make your bedrock.
Okay I get it let me think I guess it's my turn. Maybe it's time to put this pussy when your side burns. He say I'm bad, he probably right. He pressin' me like button downs on a friday night. I'm so pretty like, be on my pedal bike. Be on my low scrunch, be on my egg and whites. He say nicki don't stop you the bestest, and I just be coming off the top as bestest.