Black Badge Lyrics

Black badge with red seats

Inside looking real sleek

Stars on the roof, yeah

Makes it easy to fall asleep

I be riding in the back

My driver, she takes it from the back

Catch me reclining in the back

Can't see in, curtains all black

Hood of the Cullinan sweeping, yeah

I don't gotta drive, I'm sleeping, yeah

Gun in the back, we creepin', yeah

Break in, you get heated, yeah

Hood of the Cullinan sweeping, yeah

I don't gotta drive, I'm sleeping, yeah

Gun in the back, we creepin', yeah

Break in, you get heated, yeah

Recliners got a massage button

She makes me mad, she pushes buttons

Got her a purse, with an LV button

Gun got a switch, not no button

Don't got a bitch, can't talk to me

Bring a friend with, or get off of me

Imma break your back, can't walk with me

There's a few on the watch for me

Wraith is nice, but the Cullinan is better

Mad I got money, stop being bitter

Made it myself, no asking for favors

Get out the whip, don't call me later

Take the Black Badge to Chicago

The wrong hood, I will not go

Bulletproof, tinted black windows

Yeah, yeah

Black badge with red seats

Inside looking real sleek

Stars on the roof, yeah

Makes it easy to fall asleep

I be riding in the back

My driver, she takes it from the back

Catch me reclining in the back

Can't see in, curtains all black

Hood of the Cullinan sweeping, yeah

I don't gotta drive, I'm sleeping, yeah

Gun in the back, we creepin', yeah

Break in, you get heated, yeah

Hood of the Cullinan sweeping, yeah

I don't gotta drive, I'm sleeping, yeah

Gun in the back, we creepin', yeah

Break in, you get heated, yeah

Black badge with red seats

Inside looking real sleek

Stars on the roof, yeah

Makes it easy to fall asleep

I be riding in the back

My driver, she takes it from the back

Catch me reclining in the back

Can't see in, curtains all black

Hood of the Cullinan sweeping, yeah

I don't gotta drive, I'm sleeping, yeah

Gun in the back, we creepin', yeah

Break in, you get heated, yeah

Hood of the Cullinan sweeping, yeah

I don't gotta drive, I'm sleeping, yeah

Gun in the back, we creepin', yeah

Break in, you get heated, yeah

For real

Okay, uh

Okay, okay

Hate all the people who want me for money

Y'all act sweet but ain't no honey

It's funny, real, real funny

Gun go brrr, he hoppin' like a bunny

Got all this money by myself

Was working three jobs to feed myself

Mom working two to keep the house

What else is up, not much else

My feelings are low low low low low

My esteem is low low low low low

My budget is getting low low low

Ion even want a car no more

Take the Black Badge to Chicago

The wrong hood, I will not go

Bulletproof, tinted black windows

Yeah, yeah