When You Bad Like That - Jacquees & Future

You said you only had time for one drink But that dress that you're wearing says a whole 'nother thing You laugh and you smile and you wink Got my head spinning 'round like a roller rink It's going places we've never been And it's getting better with every tonic and gin Got a Hollywood glow on your skin Wearin' that "I will if you will" grin How are we not supposed to crawl to the next bar Make out on the dance floor, take it too far Out the back door, leave an open tab When you look like that? And tell me how am I supposed to keep my hands to myself When you're making my mind wander somewhere else? It's on a one-way track when you look like that How am I supposed to play it cool With that sexy "don't pull away" move I love watching you break your own rules Come on, let me help you break a few of 'em Now how are we not supposed to crawl to the next bar Make out on the dance floor, take it too far Out the back door, leave an open tab When you look like that? And tell me how am I supposed to keep my hands to myself When you're making my mind wander somewhere else? It's on a one-way track when you look like that Like a couple million bucks, a bombshell deluxe Girl, you got it all together, why you messing me up? I'm seeing you and me as the honkey tonk dream Saying, girl, we're on a roll And how are we not supposed to take another lap around the bar And make a pit stop, your place, my place, any place I wanna make it last when you look like When you look like that, yeah When you look like that, baby When you look, when you look like that You just do something to my soul, I just can't describe it When you look like that Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah You drive me crazy when you look like Look like that, baby

This shit, this shit, this shit, it's like Velveeta You see what I'm sayin'? It's, it's, it's overload, overload, overload Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut Top shotta in the guts, double M, it's a must Maybach, sippin' mud, matte black with the guts Blasted off, enjoy it, blast off in a toy They gon' really get destroyed, they gon' really get employed Transport a lot of guns (Uh huh), take a bad bitch to lunch (Uh huh) I'm too rich to be sober I done fucked off in Gucci, I done bought over ten Rovers Gave a thousand bags to the soldiers I done put a lot on my shoulders (Yeah) I ain't holdin' out, I'm the coldest (Ain't holdin' back) I ain't holdin' back, I'm devoted (Ain't holdin' back) You can be the wave, I'm the ocean (You be the wave) I done ran away with the bands (Yeah) I done fucked the face of a fan (I fucked her face) I done gave away a Cayenne (I gave away) Got the whole world takin' Xans (The world) Ben Franky out the gang gang, turnt up to the max (The max) My lil' goon made a million dollars, now she ain't gettin' whacked My wrist must be on drugs, my ears must be on drugs My chain must be on drugs, I'm lookin' like I'm on drugs My right pocket got drugs, my left side pocket got drugs My pinky finger on drugs, I'm flooded out on drugs Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut Top shotta in the guts, double M, it's a must Maybach, sippin' mud, matte black with the guts Blasted off, enjoy it, blast off in a toy They gon' really get destroyed, they gon' really get employed Transport a lot of guns (Uh huh), take a bad bitch to lunch (Uh huh) Blast off in a toy (Uh huh) Whip the soft 'til it's hard (Uh huh) Sadity shit like McCartney (Huh) My whip crazy in the Forgis (Uh-Huh) All my white bitches like it (Uh-Huh) Sendin' a tip where to strike it (Uh-Huh)