Fredo Bang - Rada Rada

Текст песни

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, thy tryna fuck me, keep your kid, and I’m like, «Nah»
You get a bag and want a baby, w 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 ooh, 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 ooh, 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