[Intro]

This game, it's over ya head like Louis Vuitton luggage

Ya know?

If I tried to break it down to you, you'd get a migraine and a nosebleed

But it's extremely simple

So, what does that in fact tell you about ya self?

Check, check

[Verse 1]

I was young, on the grind, I was 'bout them Gs

I ran them streets, but they did not run me

I had a whole bunch of desperados

That'll bust yo' head with Moët bottles

And they rode with me, my road dawgs

And y'all fools, know, I love y'all

Y'all stuck with me, when I was down and out

Jumpin' outta limousines, somethin', young and stout

I had the whole crew, the old crew and I still do

The ones that love me so much, they'll kill you

Wasn't in my weddin' and that was for a reason

I needed to tell ya somethin', it just wasn't the season

Time to move on, I'm grown

I'ma try again to rebuild a home

If you my real partner, you'll understand that

But if not, then I'ma know where my man at

[Chorus]

I got a young, bad, bottom broad

We can fight all night and she don't call the law

She so down for me that I'm all for y'all

My young, bad, bottom broad

I got a young, bad, bottom broad

We can fight all night and she don't call the law

She so down for me that I'm all for y'all

My young, bad, bottom broad

[Verse 2]

We started off slowly, let her get to know me

That way, if she feels me, it'll be the real me

Please believe, I'm not no walk in the park

And lil' mama, she had the heart to take a shot in the dark

Turned on, by how she can keep a secret (Schhh…)

Watchin' her count twenties in Victoria's Secret

She shit, made me, boss status, took her to the altar

And made her a partner

The vice president of this thing we got

She took the indictment with that ring she got (Haha!)

Said I do, does she know what she did?

Two years later, she's at home with my kid (Hehe)

She a underboss, she get ya head cut off

Fuck around with lil' mama, get ya bread cut off

I snatched her outta college, straight to the pros

Never get her twisted with the rest of these hoes, whassup?

[Chorus]

I got a young, bad, bottom broad

We can fight all night and she don't call the law

She so down for me that I'm all for y'all

My young, bad, bottom broad

I got a young, bad, bottom broad

We can fight all night and she don't call the law

She so down for me that I'm all for y'all

My young, bad, bottom broad

[Verse 3]

She know I'm in the streets, she know when I'm gone

May not know exactly what time I'm coming home

But she know I have that bread with me

Or worst case scenario, have them feds with me, ya feel me?

You sucka boys ain't makin' a dime

All in the streets just wastin' they time

Breathin' up (Haha), valuable air

That could be used by a real life player

Lil' mama never coulda been with a square

She tried it and didn't like it, so she over here

Well, I be polo'd out, say the ponies, Master P on me

Keep 'bout three o' fo' thousand on me

We done been down, I mean doin' bad

And she stayed down with her rider ass

Button down shirts, all up in church

I ain't even know you went here, bruh, I be with her

[Chorus]

I got a young, bad, bottom broad

We can fight all night and she don't call the law

She so down for me that I'm all for y'all

My young, bad, bottom broad

I got a young, bad, bottom broad

We can fight all night and she don't call the law

She so down for me that I'm all for y'all

My young, bad, bottom broad

I got a young, bad, bottom broad

We can fight all night and she don't call the law

She so down for me that I'm all for y'all

My young, bad, bottom broad

I got a young, bad, bottom broad

We can fight all night and she don't call the law

She so down for me that I'm all for y'all

My young, bad, bottom broad