Tan Mala

Everyone's got cash

I’m not surprised you’re so bad, so bad
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad, so bad
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad, so bad
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad, so—
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad, so bad
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad, so bad
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad, so—

I got a drink in my hand, I got a bitch in my arms
Sorry, I’m out of work, I’m sick of the stacks (yeah-yeah)
Bitch, I don’t find you in my bed, maybe 'cause you don’t love me
Maybe 'cause I’m not her type, maybe 'cause she’s pissed, yeah
What are we gonna do when the world’s just for me? (Just for me)
I didn’t know you were so bad, I thought you were incapable (Incapable)
So many Instagram stories, I swear I can’t take it anymore (can’t take it anymore)
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry 'cause you’re tense
Cry, cry, cry, tomorrow I’ll be everywhere
Bad, bad, bad, bad, I wasn’t used to it
Drugs, drugs, drugs at this party, everywhere
Alone, alone, alone, I don’t see you anywhere
I don’t get why I always choose the hard way
I should’ve chosen to study and it would’ve been way easier
I won’t stop until I stop mixing wine with Pepsi
I love that you’re pretty, I don’t trust the traitors
They’re not family (They’re not family)

Yeah, woh (everyone's got cash)
Skinny (they’re not part of the fucking family, bitch)
Skinny, skinny

I’m not surprised you’re so bad, so bad (skinny)
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad, so bad (skinny)
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad, so bad (skinny)
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad, so— (skinny)
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad, so bad (skinny)
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad, so bad (skinny, skinny)
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad, so— (skinny, oh)