No, she don't want a pretty boy, nah, she want a bad man Well, I'm far from pretty but I'm handsome She wanna fly and get gold, no spray tan And if we don't go then she gonna throw a tantrum She don't want a pretty boy, she want a bad man Well, I'm far from pretty but I'm handsome She saw me in a tracksuit and a durag Now she wanna ride on the wave when the gang come My shooty bad and bougie, she might blow her bag on her makeup She ain't on my case much, but when we fight it's a movie Then I blow her back when we make up, she's stressful, truly But when she throw me the coochie, I swear everything Gucci Three of my G's in the can writing letters to the Julie The man them two unruly, that's gang stuff Man a chatting bout money but man a bankrupt Real shower man a weather man, a man a anchor Heard a man a rapping, man a dead, a man a sanker My G's ain't on the banter, but we just stack keys, loud a pass her She call me papa, three bad B's in me casa They said tell ya more, me a more, then they free me the nana It's way too easy my brother No, she don't want a pretty boy, nah, she want a bad man Well, I'm far from pretty but I'm handsome She wanna fly and get gold, no spray tan And if we don't go then she gonna throw a tantrum She don't want a pretty boy, she want a bad man Well, I'm far from pretty but I'm handsome She saw me in a tracksuit and a durag Now she wanna ride on the wave when the gang come Where you wanna go? We can fly into Milan or go Monaco If you wanna live in the bull, come and hang with me We can keep it real in Madrid, you know that's Man City You know the gang's busy, you never holla dough You say you stack Lizzy, but where's your guala dough? You know my G's set trends, we don't follow those My guys had Giuseppes, you was still saying what are those? Now you think it's new swag, now you think it's brand new I'm just in a durag, stepping in a tracksuit Everybody's too bad, everyone's a gangute Hating on me too bad, I just made a mad move I got some money on the way, oh shhh I got your honey on the way And shorty looking like a bag of money, bring the ransom I got my hands on her car, I'm handsome She don't want a pretty boy, nah, she want a bad man Well, I'm far from pretty but I'm handsome She wanna fly and get gold, no spray tan And if we don't go, then she gonna throw a tantrum She don't want a pretty boy, she want a bad man Well, I'm far from pretty but I'm handsome She saw me in a tracksuit and a durag Now she wanna ride on a wave when the gang come