Rada Rada lyrics

[Intro]
(What are you? Who are you the mob or somethin'?)
(It's a GD beat)
(Uno got the streets goin' crazy)
(Hardbody)

[Verse 1]
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 f*cked the finest, covered in diamonds
They think that I'm conceited (They think that I'm conceited)
f*ck a b*tch, 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 di*k fresh out the jungle (Fresh out the jungle)
I got sh*t, thеy tryna f*ck me, keep your kid, and I'm like, "Nah"
You get a bag and want a baby, wе could go half (Oh, oh)

[Chorus]
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 f*ck with a big-timer (We get high)
You can be my b*tch but you don't come before these commas
Oh ooh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada, ra (Yeah)
I hit a lick, split this sh*t with my guys (Yeah)
I'ma pick the money over b*tches all the time
Why stress a b*tch? This money got me feelin' fine
[Verse 2]
Rich b*tch, I cut you off right now, you tell me you can't play the part (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch, I'm turnt up bad, I don't need your ass, I could have any whore (Yeah, yeah)
I got this sh*t on me right now, what the f*ck I gotta be cappin' for? (Got that sh*t on I)
Stripper b*tch, I p*ssed that sh*t you clappin' your lil' booty for (I gotta put 'em on)
I got a b*tch 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' pus*y, she done ran up all her miles (Miles)
Tryna plant a baby, I use a rubber, I can't believe that ho had tried

[Chorus]
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 f*ck with a big-timer (We get high)
You can be my b*tch but you don't come before these commas
Oh ooh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada, ra (Yeah)
I hit a lick, split this sh*t with my guys (Yeah)
I'ma pick the money over b*tches all the time
Why stress a b*tch? This money got me feelin' fine