Bada Bing
French Montana, Harry Fraud, Jim Jones
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Uh Nah, bitch, I don't speak in French Oui-oui, ho On the road to riches Facts Every time I pull up with a ting (bling-bling, with a ting, with a ting) Fast cars, diamond rings (bling-bling, diamond rings, diamond rings) Bada-boom, bada-bing (bling-bling, bada-bing, bada-bing) My youngin make the chopper sing (bling-bling, chopper sing, chopper sing) My youngin make the drummers (woo, drummers, drummers) My youngin make the drummers (woo, drummers, drummers) Bada-boom, bada-bing (bling-bling, bada-bing, bada-bing) My youngin make the drummers (woo, drummers, drummers) Bada-boom, bada-bing (uh) Got a room, got a ting (facts) House so big that the room's got a wing (where you at?) You could see the stars and the moons in my ring (bling-bling) Always show love to the goons in the bing (Eastside) I'm just a cold-blooded fella from the H (grr) Ex-drug dealer, used to sell a bunch of weight (yeah) And the cars got stars like they come from outer space (ooh) And the rocks in my watch lookin' like they're jumpin' out the face (stupid) All this water on my body got me drippin' wet (really) Fly clothes that I be rockin' got me drippin' fresh (ayy) You know I f*ck 'em then I duck 'em, had them bitches stressed And I just laugh and leave 'em on read when I get the text Every time I pull up with a ting (bling-bling, with a ting, with a ting) Fast cars, diamond rings (bling-bling, diamond rings, diamond rings) Bada-boom, bada-bing (bling-bling, bada-bing, bada-bing) My youngin make the chopper sing (bling-bling, chopper sing, chopper sing) My youngin make the drummers (woo, drummers, drummers) My youngin make the drummers (woo, drummers, drummers) Bada-boom, bada-bing (bling-bling, bada-bing, bada-bing) My youngin make the drummers (woo, drummers, drummers) Choppers singin' like a group Droppin' hits, yeah, bazook' F*ck the four door, I'ma coupe it From the floor up, I maneuver Look 'em up, it's all a cap Made millions off of trap Starter bundle, that's a pack Put the South Bronx on my back From the ground up to the skyscrapers Front and we gon' violate ya Judge like, "You high, ain't you?" Coupe, yeah, wild spacious Black truck, new body Jet with two pilots Diamond rings, more dollars New ting, no mileage Stars worth of stars in the Wraith Got a table like a bar Buy the bar with the eight I'ma ball like Jamal Yeah, Crawford with the cake Chopper singin' with the bass, Joint movin' like she laced, ha Every time I pull up with a ting (with a ting, with a ting) Fast cars, diamond rings (diamond rings, diamond rings) Bada-boom, bada-bing (bada-bing, bada-bing) My youngin make the chopper sing (chopper sing, chopper sing) My youngin make the drummers (drummers, drummers) My youngin make the drummers (drummers, drummers) Bada-boom, bada-bing (bada-bing, bada-bing) My youngin make the drummers (drummers, drummers) My youngin make the drummers My youngin make the drummers
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Written by: Joseph Guillermo Jones II, Rory W. Quigley, Karim Kharbouch
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