Super Bad French Montana & Max B

[Intro]
Couture

[Verse 1: Max B]
Anybody can get it (Yeah), nobody exempt (Yeah)
All my niggas is rich but nobody content
All my niggas is thorough (Yeah), nobody pretends (Yeah)
Don't trust them bitches, nobody your friends
You see I married the streets but fell in love with the music
Treated my bitch like shit, then she got her retribution
See I believe in the justice (C’mon), restitution
Poo got a life with the 30, minus the execution
They gave me 75, got it chopped to a 20
Then got it down to a dozen, nigga, I'm good with the money
Bigga, you good with the bitches, got a way with the ladies
Couple steaks on the grill, I spend a day with the babies
I dipped my toes in the pool, tell him smokin' ain’t cool
No playin' hooky today, you fuckers is goin' to school
Never needed the bitch (Never), cheddar cheese in my grits
That wasn't positive music, nigga, neither is this, yeah

[Chorus: Max B & French Montana]
I'm super bad (Super bad), super bad
Where I'm from, you niggas get murdered (Yeah), super fast
Yeah, I'm super bad, super bad, super bad
Before they rendered the verdict (Yeah), I blew a bag
Yeah, I'm super bad, super bad, super bad
Told ’em ’fore he went on a lick (Yeah), use a mask
Yeah, I'm super bad, super bad, super bad
Fifty million dollars in chips (Montana), do the math