Текст песни Shad Da God - Michael Jackson (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
Baby girl, you Michael Jackson bad
I'm Michael Jackson bad, girl we Michael Jackson bad
She said she wants to fuck me, what 'bout gettin' money? Yeah
I said I had like 30 on me, nah, but this ain't cash
I got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag
How you havin' sup later? How you havin' that?
How you make that ho comply? How you havin' swag?
Every time I turn up, yeah, they turn up on they ass
They don't got no dope no more, now the nigga's sad
I'ma go out there just like a dog and fishin' bag
I'ma go back to the basics, stackin' up the glass
Nigga gon' get dropped, they don't wanna pay they tabs
I'ma put them packs on a nigga like some M's
Count the money once, I ain't fuckin' up the math
I count the money once, and I ain't fuckin' up the math
I'm 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for the staff
I'm 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for my ho
I'm 'bout to hit the mafia up and chop a bankroll
With two chains to go, king god in the flow
Comin' with the strap, that's some AirForce's to Vogue
We comin' with that money nigga, be outside ho
I take back that lil' jewelry, I ain't had to take it from him
Nigga ask me for advice, I told him get your money up
Some nigga said he got some 50, told him get a hundred somethin'
Nigga I just want Chanel black slipper with no laces
I've been spending hundreds since they had small faces
I just told a nigga had to struggle for some basics
I just told 'em, free my nigga Rocco with them cases
When you get that mother fucking money, what's your name at?
Did you rubber band a bankroll 'fore you came here?
When you bust the jug, do you make sure your folk straight?
When you pour that lean, do you know how good that act' taste? (Act' taste)
Baby girl, you Michael Jackson bad
I'm Michael Jackson bad, girl we Michael Jackson bad
She said she wants to fuck me, what 'bout gettin' money? Yeah
I said I had like 30 on me, nah, but this ain't cash
I got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag
How you havin' sup later? How you havin' that?
How you make that ho comply? How you havin' swag?
Every time I turn up, yeah, they turn up on they ass
They don't got no dope no more, now the nigga's sad
I'ma go out there just like a dog and fishin' bag
I'ma go back to the basics, stackin' up the glass
Nigga gon' get dropped, they don't wanna pay they tabs
I'ma put them packs on a nigga like some M's
Count the money once, I ain't fuckin' up the math
I count the money once, and I ain't fuckin' up the math
I'm 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for the staff
Yeah, them boys watching (what)
Yeah, I know they watchin'
So, I know them boys so mad
Yeah, I told them boys keep tabs, yeah
Lil Uzi countin' money fast
Drivin' in that Lambo fast
Yeah, you know I'm runnin' through the racks
'Cause you know things don't last
Took your girl, made her slow dance
Looked at her mom like, "No ma'am"
Slide in the A in the Lamb
Run up on me, it won't jam
Always countin' them new bands
Reached in the pocket, my pants
Pulled out my pocket that's ten
Matchin' that white on white Phantom
Baby girl, you Michael Jackson bad
I'm Michael Jackson bad, girl we Michael Jackson bad
She said she wants to fuck me, what 'bout gettin' money? Yeah
I said I had like 30 on me, nah, but this ain't cash
I got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag
How you havin' sup later? How you havin' that?
How you make that ho comply? How you havin' swag?
Every time I turn up, yeah, they turn up on they ass
They don't got no dope no more, now the nigga's sad
I'ma go out there just like a dog and fishin' bag
I'ma go back to the basics, stackin' up the glass
Nigga gon' get dropped, they don't wanna pay they tabs
I'ma put them packs on a nigga like some M's
Count the money once, I ain't fuckin' up the math
I count the money once, and I ain't fuckin' up the math
I'm 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for the staff (the Benzes)
