Madonna

Lyrics

[Intro] (Xaynor) Hmm [Chorus] I told 'em watch your back and watch what you do (Yeah) Watch these niggas around your hand, watch what they do (Yeah) Shades on me, walkin', I'm a cool dude (Yeah) We can get it poppin', what you tryna' do? (Yeah) Designer bag, Goyard, a lot of opps, a deck of cards Walkin' like some [?] Young nigga, I done beat the odds We been bussin'-bussin' rods (Bussin') Still got some Palm Angels and Fear of God (Yeah) Barrel to your head, nigga, do you fear God? (Do you fear God?) I been gettin' bread, I know that these niggas not (That these niggas not) Shooting fuckin' lead, bitch, it's comin' in hot (Comin' in hot) Nigga try to play us, then a nigga got, got (Got, got) Yeah, yeah, yeah Nigga done got a joystick to thе game, yeah Your bitch done got accostеd with the gang, yeah Told momma' that I'm a gangster (Gangster) Let her go, don't chase her (Chase her) All black like Undertaker (Yeah) We get hella paper (Yeah) [Verse] I said it's commas after commas (Commas after commas) Commas after commas (Comma) Belts on Ferragamo ('Gamo) Racks just for my momma (My momma) Runtz is on Obama Old money, madonna ('Donna) Slimey, I ride with a gunner, ooh (Slimer) [Bridge] Yeah, brought a cutter (Cutter) Cutter (Yeah-yeah), cutter, cutter (Yeah-yeah) Cutter (Oh), cutter (Slatt), cutter (Slatty), cutter (Yeah-yeah) [Chorus] I told 'em watch your back and watch what you do (Yeah) Watch these niggas around your hand, watch what they do (Yeah) Shades on me, walkin', I'm a cool dude (Yeah) We can get it poppin', what you tryna' do? (Yeah) Designer bag, Goyard, a lot of opps, a deck of cards Walkin' like some [?] Young nigga, I done beat the odds We been bussin'-bussin' rods (Bussin') Still got some Palm Angels and Fear of God (Fear of God) Barrel to your head, nigga, do you fear God? I been gettin' bread, I know that these niggas not Shooting fuckin' lead, bitch, it's comin' in hot (Buh-buh) Nigga try to play us, then a nigga got, got Yeah, yeah, yeah Nigga done got a joystick to the game, yeah Your bitch done got accosted (Slatty), with the gang, yeah Told momma' that I'm a gangster (Ooh) Let her go, don't chase her (Chase her) All black like Undertaker (Yeah) We get hella paper (Yeah)