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Madden
Hip-Hop/Rap
Madden was released on January 27, 2025 by ADE as a part of the album Madden - Single
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Release DateJanuary 27, 2025
LabelADE
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MA3ON
MA3ON
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mason Brown
Mason Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Suitcases
Tony Suitcases
Vocal Recording Engineer, Recording Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I’m all about my money
Sell it to an opp but I’ll tax him for these runtz
She go through my phone, seeing that I got sluts begging for my nut
Know I got Glocks, and AK’s come with a drum
I’ve been counting up money for fun, lately I’ve been on a run
And lately you ain’t been on none
I know these pussies want me dead
Your boys gon’ snitch they way off the stand
Turned the trap house into a warzone, I ain’t playing
Been sippin’ purple I can’t land
She bad I flew her out to France
She saw the strap taking off my pants
I’m a gangster baby, you can’t be mad
Say your hoe a dime but I been had it
She in my DM’s calling me daddy
I fucked her twice then I had to pass it
Making plays like I’m John Madden
They ain’t really bout it, they cappin’
On a private jet, Aladdin
Run up your money, it’s tragic
All the competition I lapped em’
Don’t want static, Don’t want static
Making double your net worth, off the backend
Only in Gucci and Louie bags what I’m packing in
They found him dead, guess it was an accident
I’ve been spinning with the savages
Everytime I drop it’s some classic shit
Everytime you talk, put you on a hit list
I know they want my head, I’m restless
So you know I got to stay with protection
Free my bro, got caught with the weapon
Fighting my demons off, been sippin’ and steppin’
Pay for peace of mind, that shit is expensive
(Go, go, go, go)
I dropped out of college, now I got 3 mil in my closet
And all the hoes love me, I’m flawless
They didn’t think it would happen, couldn’t call it
So I cut the fakes off, they made that I’m on top
You gave your heart to a hoodrat?
I gave my heart to Wok
In my prada book-bag, keep 100 shots
Need a re-up on my prescriptions call the doc
Left her after one night, said that “I’m a dog”, baby I’m sorry
Nah I ain’t picking up when you call me
Blicky tucked, you can’t rob me
Sent the gang to stick you up found out you was holding
My young boy T can’t get enough, always reloading
I know you scared
Tryna squash the beef but I’m past it
Let 2k drive, I’m out the roof with it, just blasting
Written by: Mason Brown
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