Gone Mad
Im a little foreign red bone, cause everythings foreign
And if Im not out shopping, then Im overseas touring
Yeah, b**ch, Im out touring, foreign seas is where Im snoring.
You b**ches life boring, Im the only b**ch scoring.
Im a Louis Vuitton killer, casket fresh killer
Make em send me Rose,
Where them racks are, nigga?
Im a legend in the flesh, 305, what up, nigga?
Now Im looking at your nigga,
Where them racks are, nigga?
First off, dont play with hoes,
I sl*t the hoe and thats case closed,
This is the taste of...
He dont talk to me without bankrolls.
Got money trees and my leaves grow
Like Christmas, I chin gold.
Bails needed them wrists on
No kissing me, mistletoe!
Thinking about this money,
Im dreaming racks, big money
So what a f**k youre talking about?
b**ch, if you wait, talking money!
Cause I need a lot of my bad b**ch
Im going under his matress
Im taking all that I came for,
Now thats what you call a bad b**ch.
Bad b**ch, sad b**ch, dont f**k around like the cat b**ch
Everything I do, I landish,
My dinero speaking Spanish.
You rap b**ches is silly, Im turned up, Im illy
b**ch, Ive been made an illy,
Now Im going after a billy.
Im riding round with that nina
Cruising trolling my beamer,
She .. me, I aint seen her,
Now follow after your leader.
Aint no time left for your meet up,
Got my own lane, no cheater
Its shark time, you b**ches!
Swim closer, Im an eater.
So dont make me go deeper,
And turn to the grand ripper
Im booming, b**ches, Im a sweeper,
Burning haters into believers.
My passport and my visa,
My black card and no visa
Relax, I got my feet up,
And I wont decide of no pre-nup.
Hook:
Cause Im thinking about this money,
And Im thinking about it bad.
And if you aint thinking money, then you probably doing
I need a hundred K or better, to complement my swag
Cause somebody gonna feel it,
Bad b**ch gone mad!
Im thinking about this money,
And Im thinking about it bad.
And if you aint thinking money, then you probably doing
I need a hundred K or better, to complement my swag
Cause somebody gonna feel it,
Bad b**ch gone mad!
Young b**ch just gone mad (mad)...
What a f**k youre talking out fast
You aint really about that laugh.
I want that Gucci, that Louis, that Prada, that Louis Vuitton
Youre trying to sue me, I call up...
Trying to figure out why these hoes still hating
Let a b**ch shine, you know youre outdated
Been on my grind, Ive been waiting,
Approximately five years in a business.
Im on my share, I needed, zero comas repeated
Yo wify wanna beat me
She heard I was on in TV.
Hold up, thats your hoe?
Thats my hoe, too!
Her main nigga, my old news
Your base... so old school.
I work into the mansion with 20 barrels and full pause
Me and Trina pull up in this fire when they come through.
Hook:
Cause Im thinking about this money,
And Im thinking about it bad.
And if you aint thinking money, then you probably doing
I need a hundred K or better, to complement my swag
Cause somebody gonna feel it,
Bad b**ch gone mad!
Im thinking about this money,
And Im thinking about it bad.
And if you aint thinking money, then you probably doing
I need a hundred K or better, to complement my swag
Cause somebody gonna feel it,
Bad b**ch gone mad!
