[Chorus]

Good girls have got a thing for a bad boy

But they say we're too much trouble

And these clubs don't wanna let man in (Why?)

'Cause they said we're too much trouble

Now we're all rich and famous (Famous)

But we're still armed and dangerous (Dangerous)

Got that T house filled up with loud packs (Loud packs)

And it's all smellin' amazing

Now I just wanna move it, move it

Move it, move it

Now I just wanna move it, move it

Move it, move it

Now I just wanna move it, move it

Move it, move it

Now I just wanna move it, move it

Move it, move it

Now I just wanna move it, move it

[Verse 1]

Chyeah

I stepped in suited and booted (Suited and booted)

I look like a superstar (Superstar)

I should be in a movie (Chyeah)

One hand on my chhh

My other hands grabbin' up this thick tings booty (Grab it up, grab it up)

I'm covered in war wounds

But you can't see 'em 'cause I'm covered in Gucci (Covered in Gucci, silky silky)

Like John Boyega I come up off movies

Used to run up to doors and boot it

We can't be trusted, East man are booky

Becky ain't bad and boujie

And she ain't whippin' up dope with no uzi

But she lets me grow weed in her house

And she takes me probation every Monday and Tuesday

[Chorus]

Good girls have got a thing for a bad boy

But they say we're too much trouble

And these clubs don't wanna let man in (Why?)

'Cause they said we're too much trouble

Now we're all rich and famous (Famous)

But we're still armed and dangerous (Dangerous)

Got that T house filled up with loud packs (Loud packs)

And it's all smellin' amazing

Now I just wanna move it, move it

Move it, move it

Now I just wanna move it, move it

Move it, move it

Now I just wanna move it, move it

Move it, move it

Now I just wanna move it, move it

Move it, move it

Now I just wanna move it, move it

[Verse 2]

Yo, Morrisson!

Pull up in a old school Shogun

One man army, I come here with no one (No one)

They don't wanna give me my flowers (Flowers)

So fuck 'em, I'm growing my own ones (Chyeah)

Had all Vietnamese farmers in grow yards

Kevin & Perry, we're havin it so large

Made it out the hood and I didn't need no one

Na tell a lie blud, I needed this crowbar

Like cut that, chop that, what?

He's got a crop then I'm havin' that, what?

First to go clear in the weed house, what?

I'm a old school rude boy, I proved that, what?

Like I've been there, done that, I've had that, what?

Copped couple yards, now I'm tryna cop yachts

Poor little white boy, I was that, what?

Had to fix up, look sharp, now I'm a boss

[Chorus]

Good girls have got a thing for a bad boy

But they say we're too much trouble

And these clubs don't wanna let man in (Why?)

'Cause they said we're too much trouble

Now we're all rich and famous (Famous)

But we're still armed and dangerous (Dangerous)

Got that T house filled up with loud packs (Loud packs)

And it's all smellin' amazing

Now I just wanna move it, move it

Move it, move it

Now I just wanna move it, move it

Move it, move it

Now I just wanna move it, move it

Move it, move it

Now I just wanna move it, move it

Move it, move it

Now I just wanna move it, move it