[Intro: Red Cafe]

East side, West side, South side

East side, West side, South side


[Verse 1: Red Cafe]

I'm with money making niggas, money making bitches

Step out in the town, paparazzi taking pictures

I'm a certified dealer boy George with the blow

He got it for the low, then he go as John Doe

Run up on them hoes, tell 'em we fucking tonight

First I knock you down, then I'm out, three strikes

Dirty, dirty, red stuntin what I'm ballin for

Look I'm flipping numbers like I'm at the scoreboard

I'm a down ass nigga, bitch I'm going live

Tell me how you love it, you can get a super size

I'm tripping on shit, I'm on my South beach flow

Some niggas get mad, I just get dough

Just met a centerfold, she seen this gang of us

Told her about my street fame, she's said fabolous

Now we got it moving, and I'm a be like vamonos

I'm with the head bussas, you gonna need tylenol


[Chorus: Red Cafe]

I got us all, I got us all, I got it hard

I got it full of low, hope my money long

My bitch bad, she could buy the mall

Dog I got it for the low, my money long

I think I found me a bad bitch!

Yeah, I think I found me a bad bitch!


[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]

Squaaaaaaad, Squaaaaaaad

Came to the club flexin too many chains

These girls love my single, they wanna fuck my name

I can't go corporate call me rocket

Girls get ratchet, Flocka broke? boy stop it

Shout to my pockets my right and my left

Dummies on my teeth, I got dollar sign breath

Oo, I think I found me a bad bitch

Fake tits, fake ass, I gotta have it!

Round of applauds, baby won't you buss it

Can't give her money, just dope dick

Mayweather Shawty, all I throw is hundreds

You're the type of bitch to fuck for an outfit


[Chorus: Red Cafe]

I got us all, I got us all, I got it hard

I got it full of low, hope my money long

My bitch bad, she could buy the mall

Dog I got it for the low, my money long

I think I found me a bad bitch!

Yeah, I think I found me a bad bitch!


[Verse 3: French Montana]

Red Cafe!, Montana!

Uh, my money never fall back

Diamonds flash like Kodak

Bottles of Rosé, soak me way before that

Shout my nigga Rozay, we're grinding like a floormat

Dunking when I throw that

A hundred drown like hold that

Get it I spend it, top fold drop tinted

Top ceiling, cook a brick five minutes

I'm wit it, got the streets on lock. they're f*cking with that boy

Never pull no work in, you niggas unemployed

Nigga deep throat from ya lady

Send her home horse, I dont know Shady

But catch me in the Royce

My money 5'9", doing for the team

Fuck us in the centerfold, here's the magazine


[Chorus: Red Cafe]

I got us all, I got us all, I got it hard

I got it full of low, hope my money long

My bitch bad, she could buy the mall

Dog I got it for the low, my money long

I think I found me a bad bitch!

Yeah, I think I found me a bad bitch!