Rada Rada
(What are you? Who are you the mob or somethin'?)
(It's a GD beat, Uno got the streets goin' crazy)
(Hard body)
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, they tryna fuck me, keep your kid, and I'm like, "Nah"
You get a bag and want a baby, we could go half (oh, oh)
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-oh, 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
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
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-oh, 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
(It's a GD beat, Uno got the streets goin' crazy)
(Hard body)
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, they tryna fuck me, keep your kid, and I'm like, "Nah"
You get a bag and want a baby, we could go half (oh, oh)
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-oh, 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
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
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-oh, 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
Credits
Writer(s): Norman Payne, Fredrick Ii Givens, Jackie Plant
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