I like bad boys and I know they love me
They say I've got a type, I just think they're lonely
It's cold on these streets or so they tell me
I keep the conversations brief
we ain't friends but he'll see
I like bad boys and I know they love me
They say I've got a type, I just think they're lonely
It's cold on these streets or so they tell me
I keep the conversations brief
we ain't friends but he'll see

Different faces but the road stays the same
Every man's a drilla 'til he's in the bed calling my name
Different faces but the road stays the same
Every man's a drilla 'til he's in the bed calling my name
You can run and hide, running game
Only one winner in this bitch and I win everything

Coulda been fucking with a guy my vibe
Shoulda picked one who was pretty, you know
I like a pretty guy
Instead I pick 'em greasy, on the low, kinda sly
He's just my type if he's fucking on the side
Whoops I didn't know he was yours, 'cause he's mine
I've been fucking every night, I don't even have the time
I like to fit him in and he seems to like it fine
Come collect your man, if you want him I don't mind
I don't give a fuck, but I guess I always do
If it isn't wrong then I'm not looking out for you
Only making eyes at hood niggas, one, two of the crew
If you got an attitude, I'ma take a ride with you

You can run and hide, running game
Only one winner in this bitch and I win everything
You can run and hide, running game
Only one winner in this bitch and I win everything
You can run and hide, running game
Only one winner in this bitch and I win everything

I like bad boys and I know they love me
They say I've got a type, I just think they're lonely
It's cold on these streets or so they tell me
I keep the conversations brief
we ain't friends but he'll see
I like bad boys and I know they love me
They say I've got a type, I just think they're lonely
It's cold on these streets or so they tell me
I keep the conversations brief
we ain't friends but he'll see

Different faces but the road stays the same
Every man's a drilla 'til he's in the bed calling my name
Different faces but the road stays the same
Every man's a drilla 'til he's in the bed calling my name
You can run and hide, running game
Only one winner in this bitch and I win everything