Over Cooked Lyrics – Bhad Bhabie

Read the full Over Cooked lyrics by Bhad Bhabie along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Bhad Bhabie's music, you can also explore Something Else and Built Like That, two other songs by Bhad Bhabie.

[Intro]
B!tch, you want my life, you want the d!ck I get
You wanna worship the ground I walk on 'cause you idolize me, b!tch
Get it right or don't get it at all

[Chorus]
Oh, you mad 'cause you want him (Want him) and ain't get nothing? (ain't get nothing)
But you love him? This b!tch a dummy (Haha)
Oh, you want him and ain't get nothing? (ain't get nothing)
This b!tch stupid, thought I was 'bout to get mad and dump him (Never)

[Verse 1]
This b!tch dumb and a for no reason, get some money (Get some money)
Talking 'bout me? B!tch, you broke, I done ran it up a hunnid, yeah (A hunnid M's)
New car, new crib, type of b!tch make him spend cash on it (Cash on it)
New lips, new tits, new waist, b!tch look bad, don't she?, yeah
Backstabbing-ass lil' b!tch, can't wait to crash you, b!tch
When I get my hands on a b!tch, make her look like a brand new b!tch (Ah-ha)
Go and ask daddy for some money, everybody know that's how you get it (Ah-ha)
Everybody know this b!tch weird, everybody know that I'm the biggest (I'm the biggest)
Hating-ass hoe tried steal my baby daddy (Baby daddy)
Fu*king on... and.., got you pregnant (Uh)
Tried to play me close, backdoor me, seen it coming (Seen it coming)
Did all that for nothing, b!tch, he still gon' come right back (He gon' come right back)

[Chorus]
Oh, you mad 'cause you want him and ain't get nothing? (ain't get nothing)
But you love him? (But you love him?) This b!tch a dummy (This b!tch a dummy)
Oh, you want him (Oh, you want him) and ain't get nothing?
This b!tch stupid, thought I was 'bout to get mad and dump him (Never)

[Verse 2]
Gotta watch them type of b!tches, always in somebody man face (Ugh)
Want everything I got, even wanna know how my pu*sy taste (Damn)
Everything I know is getting rich, I feel like 50, b!tch
Platinum, I got gold plaques with me like I'm Britney, b!tch
Five cars, three mansions, these b!tches can't keep up (Could never)
Ten million, twenty million, stop counting, getting too much (Getting too much)
Why would I compete with a weird b!tch that just get fu*ked? (Why would I?)
Keep lying, keep talking, keep tweeting 'til she get touched

[Chorus]
Oh, you mad 'cause you want him and ain't get nothing? (You b!tches don't like me, you b!tches wanna be me)
But you love him? This b!tch a dummy
Oh, you want him and ain't get nothing? (B!tch, you've been idolizing since I was hanging with your brother)
This b!tch stupid, thought I was 'bout to get mad and dump him

[Outro]
You're such an airhead dummy, b!tch
You can't put your lawyers on me 'cause everything that I'm saying is factual
Everything is the truth
You need daddy's money to fu*k with me
More like stepm*mmy's money 'cause I got more money than your daddy, little girl