Rada Rada

Lyrics

[Intro] (What are you? Who are you the mob or somethin'?) (It's a GD beat) (Uno got the streets goin' crazy) (Hardbody) [Verse 1] I'm ballin' hard, ain't gotta pass the ball I don't need your sex at all I done knocked down half the town I don't need no pass around (Yeah) I've fucked the finest, covered in diamonds They think that I'm conceited (They think that I'm conceited) Fuck a bitch, I need my check, up in my palm, I gotta see it (Yeah, yeah, yeah), uh-huh You spend your rent, your water bill, your light bill too, just on your bundles (On your bundles) Babe, I'm a ape, I give you dick fresh out the jungle (Fresh out the jungle) I got shit, thеy tryna fuck me, keep your kid, and I'm like, "Nah" You get a bag and want a baby, wе could go half (Oh, oh) [Chorus] Could turn you up, could turn you down, you get your options (Yeah) I could turn you to a baddie like Madonna I work at Mickey D's when you can't fuck with a big-timer (We get high) You can be my bitch but you don't come before these commas Oh ooh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada, ra (Yeah) I hit a lick, split this shit with my guys (Yeah) I'ma pick the money over bitches all the time Why stress a bitch? This money got me feelin' fine [Verse 2] Rich bitch, I cut you off right now, you tell me you can't play the part (Yeah, yeah) Bitch, I'm turnt up bad, I don't need your ass, I could have any whore (Yeah, yeah) I got this shit on me right now, what the fuck I gotta be cappin' for? (Got that shit on I) Stripper bitch, I pissed that shit you clappin' your lil' booty for (I gotta put 'em on) I got a bitch to line 'em up and now she wonder where's the fire (Fire) Turnin' heads and breakin' necks when I be passin' in my ride (Ride) She been sellin' that lil' pussy, she done ran up all her miles (Miles) Tryna plant a baby, I use a rubber, I can't believe that ho had tried [Chorus] Could turn you up, could turn you down, you get your options (Yeah) I could turn you to a baddie like Madonna I work at Mickey D's when you can't fuck with a big-timer (We get high) You can be my bitch but you don't come before these commas Oh ooh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada, ra (Yeah) I hit a lick, split this shit with my guys (Yeah) I'ma pick the money over bitches all the time Why stress a bitch? This money got me feelin' fine