A Bad Case of the Crazies...
Yea, yeaaa
Yea, ya, ya
Yea
Yeah
Okay, okay, okay
Okay
Know what I'm saying?
Yea, yea, yea, yea
This money talk the loudest
Everything I wear looks stylish
Trace it out like stylus
Pump it up like-, uh
Pump it up like twelve gauges
Get to the cheese like mouses
Move this weight like Jehovah moves mountains
I'm touching more bread than high-profile accountants
I'm taking more money from you than the tax from DeKalb County
Bitch ass nigga, just count it
Bitch ass nigga, just count it
Bitch ass nigga, just count it
I get my money counted
Eating on wings on Candler
Thinking with my lil' meathead, "I'm a dig in this bitch in some sandals", yea
Nigga go raw, fuck Saran, yea
Middy so raw, I'm a-, uh
Middy so raw you could put a whole sear on him, yea
Nigga so brown, it look clear on him, yea
Skrt, clear it out, yea
I don't even want to see the tears on your face
Explain how it's my fault I was born this race?
I bet I won't get one call, yea, before that day
It was never my fault, I just had a bad case of the crazies
I had a bad day
The music talk the loudest
Yea!
I do this shit in college, lil' bitch
Turn up on your hater!
My clothes more baggy than a skater, bitch!
Yea!
Yea, yea
Ya!
Yea, ya, ya
Yea
Yeah
Okay, okay, okay
Okay
Know what I'm saying?
Yea, yea, yea, yea
This money talk the loudest
Everything I wear looks stylish
Trace it out like stylus
Pump it up like-, uh
Pump it up like twelve gauges
Get to the cheese like mouses
Move this weight like Jehovah moves mountains
I'm touching more bread than high-profile accountants
I'm taking more money from you than the tax from DeKalb County
Bitch ass nigga, just count it
Bitch ass nigga, just count it
Bitch ass nigga, just count it
I get my money counted
Eating on wings on Candler
Thinking with my lil' meathead, "I'm a dig in this bitch in some sandals", yea
Nigga go raw, fuck Saran, yea
Middy so raw, I'm a-, uh
Middy so raw you could put a whole sear on him, yea
Nigga so brown, it look clear on him, yea
Skrt, clear it out, yea
I don't even want to see the tears on your face
Explain how it's my fault I was born this race?
I bet I won't get one call, yea, before that day
It was never my fault, I just had a bad case of the crazies
I had a bad day
The music talk the loudest
Yea!
I do this shit in college, lil' bitch
Turn up on your hater!
My clothes more baggy than a skater, bitch!
Yea!
Yea, yea
Ya!
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Writer(s): Micah Ama-qi
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