Mad
And I got these Balmain's on me
I got that thang on me case niggas think it's a stain on me
And I got all these chains on me
I let it hang on me
You would think I had a slave on me
And while I whip the range full speed yo bitch give brain to me
I really think this bitch draining me
Now that bitch wanna ring from me she wanna stay with me
That's why these fuck niggas hate on me
I got the bag
That's why these fuck niggas mad
So they copy me swag
Show off my riches cause I came rags
Only 15 making more than yo dad
Spend all this cash and don't look at the tag
Then I get it right back cause I'm icy like that
She hop in my jag and go straight to the back
She don't wanna go back got her main nigga mad
These niggas showing me mad hate
Trynna throw mad shade
I tell them niggas to go that way
They know my bag filled with mad cake
It make my back ache
Money fall out like a cascade
Black and white diamonds look just like an ash tray
I hop in my Bentley Coupe have a drag race
Got this white bitch in first class got my sack on her makeup
You'd think that lil hoe trynna blackface
Had his bitch on my touring bus she with the guys and all
She tried her best started showing off
I told her put her panties on not trynna fuck at all I only want her to mop me up
Then the hoe took my tommy off
I had her top me off
Then I passed shorty to all my dogs
And when shorty went through us all, we had to kick her off
Shorty thought we was gon drop her off
I check three bitches off of my body list all different flavors just like Neapolitan
And I'm balling like Jordan in 96' I stay with checks by my name on my Nike shit
And I got these boys hot as shit
They trynna plot they keep both eyes on me no desiigner shit
Cause my pockets are big like metropolis I keep a tool with a clip like a hockey stick
And I got these Balmain's on me
I got that thang on me case niggas think it's a stain on me
And I got all these chains on me
I let it hang on me
You would think I had a slave on me
And while I whip the range full speed yo bitch give brain to me
I really think this bitch draining me
Now that bitch wanna ring from me she wanna stay with me
That's why these fuck niggas hate on me
I got the bag
That's why these fuck niggas mad
So they copy me swag
Show off my riches cause I came rags
Only 15 making more than yo dad
Spend all this cash and don't look at the tag
Then I get it right back cause I'm icy like that
She hop in my jag and go straight to the back
She don't wanna go back got her main nigga mad
I got that thang on me case niggas think it's a stain on me
And I got all these chains on me
I let it hang on me
You would think I had a slave on me
And while I whip the range full speed yo bitch give brain to me
I really think this bitch draining me
Now that bitch wanna ring from me she wanna stay with me
That's why these fuck niggas hate on me
I got the bag
That's why these fuck niggas mad
So they copy me swag
Show off my riches cause I came rags
Only 15 making more than yo dad
Spend all this cash and don't look at the tag
Then I get it right back cause I'm icy like that
She hop in my jag and go straight to the back
She don't wanna go back got her main nigga mad
These niggas showing me mad hate
Trynna throw mad shade
I tell them niggas to go that way
They know my bag filled with mad cake
It make my back ache
Money fall out like a cascade
Black and white diamonds look just like an ash tray
I hop in my Bentley Coupe have a drag race
Got this white bitch in first class got my sack on her makeup
You'd think that lil hoe trynna blackface
Had his bitch on my touring bus she with the guys and all
She tried her best started showing off
I told her put her panties on not trynna fuck at all I only want her to mop me up
Then the hoe took my tommy off
I had her top me off
Then I passed shorty to all my dogs
And when shorty went through us all, we had to kick her off
Shorty thought we was gon drop her off
I check three bitches off of my body list all different flavors just like Neapolitan
And I'm balling like Jordan in 96' I stay with checks by my name on my Nike shit
And I got these boys hot as shit
They trynna plot they keep both eyes on me no desiigner shit
Cause my pockets are big like metropolis I keep a tool with a clip like a hockey stick
And I got these Balmain's on me
I got that thang on me case niggas think it's a stain on me
And I got all these chains on me
I let it hang on me
You would think I had a slave on me
And while I whip the range full speed yo bitch give brain to me
I really think this bitch draining me
Now that bitch wanna ring from me she wanna stay with me
That's why these fuck niggas hate on me
I got the bag
That's why these fuck niggas mad
So they copy me swag
Show off my riches cause I came rags
Only 15 making more than yo dad
Spend all this cash and don't look at the tag
Then I get it right back cause I'm icy like that
She hop in my jag and go straight to the back
She don't wanna go back got her main nigga mad
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Writer(s): Hollywood Bl!zz
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