​Madonna lyrics

[Intro]
(Xaynor)
Hmm

[Chorus]
I told 'em watch your back and watch what you do (Yeah)
Watch these n*ggas around your hand, watch what they do (Yeah)
Shades on me, walkin', I'm a cool dude (Yeah)
We can get it poppin', what you tryna' do? (Yeah)
Designer bag, Goyard, a lot of opps, a deck of cards
Walkin' like some [?]
Young n*gga, I done beat the odds
We been bussin'-bussin' rods (Bussin')
Still got some Palm Angels and Fear of God (Yeah)
Barrel to your head, n*gga, do you fear God? (Do you fear God?)
I been gettin' bread, I know that these n*ggas not (That these n*ggas not)
Shooting f*ckin' lead, b*tch, it's comin' in hot (Comin' in hot)
n*gga try to play us, then a n*gga got, got (Got, got)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
n*gga done got a joystick to thе game, yeah
Your b*tch done got accostеd with the gang, yeah
Told momma' that I'm a gangster (Gangster)
Let her go, don't chase her (Chase her)
All black like Undertaker (Yeah)
We get hella paper (Yeah)
[Verse]
I said it's commas after commas (Commas after commas)
Commas after commas (Comma)
Belts on Ferragamo ('Gamo)
Racks just for my momma (My momma)
Runtz is on Obama
Old money, madonna ('Donna)
Slimey, I ride with a gunner, ooh (Slimer)

[Bridge]
Yeah, brought a cutter (Cutter)
Cutter (Yeah-yeah), cutter, cutter (Yeah-yeah)
Cutter (Oh), cutter (Slatt), cutter (Slatty), cutter (Yeah-yeah)

[Chorus]
I told 'em watch your back and watch what you do (Yeah)
Watch these n*ggas around your hand, watch what they do (Yeah)
Shades on me, walkin', I'm a cool dude (Yeah)
We can get it poppin', what you tryna' do? (Yeah)
Designer bag, Goyard, a lot of opps, a deck of cards
Walkin' like some [?]
Young n*gga, I done beat the odds
We been bussin'-bussin' rods (Bussin')
Still got some Palm Angels and Fear of God (Fear of God)
Barrel to your head, n*gga, do you fear God?
I been gettin' bread, I know that these n*ggas not
Shooting f*ckin' lead, b*tch, it's comin' in hot (Buh-buh)
n*gga try to play us, then a n*gga got, got
Yeah, yeah, yeah
n*gga done got a joystick to the game, yeah
Your b*tch done got accosted (Slatty), with the gang, yeah
Told momma' that I'm a gangster (Ooh)
Let her go, don't chase her (Chase her)
All black like Undertaker (Yeah)
We get hella paper (Yeah)