John Madden (feat. MoneySign Suede)

(Mmm, Eli)

Everybody really fake, so I went and bought a magnet

How you livin' at your mama house, but you livin' lavish?

I ain't with all of that fake smoke, tell me if it's static

If you love me like you say you do, bitch, go get me tatted

And I got money in the attic

Speakin' on the score, and you ain't ever score a basket

I'm really in the game calling plays like Madden

I got money in the bank, but I got money in the mattress

I'm really him (I'm him, him)

I'm a GOAT and a boy, what's the synonym? (What's the synonym?)

I take risks every day for them dividends

Foreign whips, bad hos, I was sendin' them (sendin' hos)

Now I'm tryna get rich fast 'cause **** die quicker (**** die)

And I been sayin' that I miss her, but I'm lyin' (you know I'm lyin')

I could've been came Lamb' truck, but it was timing (vroom)

They ever tell you people don't change, then they lyin'

I just want my dogs home (I just want my dogs)

I just need somebody rockin' by my side

Right or wrong, all the time, I could call on

The memories fade away, I be wishin' they could stay

But it's real when they all gone (all gone, mm)

I just need somebody rockin' by my side

Right or wrong, all the time, I could call on 'em

Everybody really fake, so I went and bought a magnet

How you livin' at your mama house, but you livin' lavish?

I ain't with all of that fake smoke, tell me if it's static

If you love me like you say you do, bitch, go get me tatted

And I got money in the attic

Speakin' on the score, and you ain't even score a basket

I'm really in the game calling plays like Madden

I got money in the bank, but I got money in the mattress

Hey, you see the diamonds on my finger

Babe, you know you fuckin' with a winner

I'm doin' hot shit in the middle of the winter

To my ****, if they killin' him, I'ma go and kill the killer

I'm a robber, I'm a head splitter, and I sip lean, I don't really fuck with liquor

And I don't trust shit, trust ****, my bitch realer

I don't need shit, I'll make the bag, bitch, I'm a sinner

Bitch, I'm numb, you don't gotta say you love me

Bitch, I'ma flex for all them days when I was bummy

I'm chasing love, but it's running from me

I ain't fucked your love when the police came and buck me

I ain't fucked your love when I need it the most

I got a stick like I rock it with my clothes

Everybody fake, you should know

This shit is cool, so I went in by pole

Everybody really fake, so I went and bought a magnet

How you livin' at your mama house, but you livin' lavish?

I ain't with all of that fake smoke, tell me if it's static

If you love me like you say you do, bitch, go get me tatted

And I got money in the attic

Speakin' on the score, and you ain't ever score a basket

I'm really in the game calling plays like Madden

I got money in the bank, but I got money in the mattress

Mmm, Eli