Rada Rada

I'm ballin' hard, ain't gotta pass the ball

I don't need your sex at all

I did not know half the time

I don't need no pass around

I've fucked the finest, covered in diamonds, they think that I'm conceited

Fuck a bitch, I need my check up in my palm, I gotta see it

You spend your rent, your water bill, your life in two it's on your bondos

Baby, I'm an ape, I give you dick fresh out the jungle

I got shit, they tryna fuck me, keep your kid and I'm like, "Nah"

You get a bag and want a baby, we could go ham

Could turn you up or turn you down, you get your options

I could turn you to a baddie like Madonna

I run with Micky D's on, you can fuck with a big timer

You can be my bitch but you don't come before these commas

Oh-oh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada, ride

I hit a lick, split the shit with my guys

I'ma pick the money over bitches all the time

Why stress the bitch? This money got me feelin' fine

Rich bitch, I cut you off right now you tell me you can't play the part

Bitch, I'm turnt up and I don't need your ass, I could have any whore

I got this shit on me right now, what the fuck I gotta be cappin' for

Shoot the bitch, I pissed that shit, you clappin' yo lil' booty for me

I got a bitch to line 'em up and now she wonder was it fire

Turnin' heads and breakin' necks when I passin' in my ride

She been sellin' that lil pussy, she ran up all her miles

Trying to plant a baby, I used the rubber, can't believe that how had tried

Could turn you up and turn you down, you got your options (Yeah)

I could turn you to a baddie like Madonna

I run with Micky D's on, you can fuck with a big timer

You can be my bitch but you don't come before these commas

Oh-oh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada, ride

I hit a lick, split the shit with my guys

I'ma pick the money over bitches all the time

Why stress the bitch? This money got me feeling fine