Mad Rich - Brandon ThaKidd

Gee Hues, you did this one

Ayo Jug!

Damn

I’ma slide, I don’t do no one on one

We outside, Rolex say four thirty

I’m the man all these bitches too thirsty (thirsty)

Did that boy in the past, do him dirty (dirty)

Backspace on the block, nigga, yeah we delete shit

My bitch she pull up with choppas and heat, shit

Start it, no running back, cut that bitch just like a ciggy

This ain’t no hellcat this a demon, yeah

Put that bitch to a heat, then I gas it

Fuck a diss, we leave your ass in a casket (skrt)

We spinning in silence, why fuck niggas braggin'?

They buy a new shirt and don’t take off the tag, bitch (yeah)

You see that nigga broke, don’t be that bitch

They see me blowin' up with a bad bitch

Spent a rack on these jeans so I’m saggin'

I’m so high off the dope, I’m jet laggin'

Designer my closet, MC Magic

Givenchy my shoes, fashion

Bought a bag for my bag, so I bagged it

That’s your bitch not my bitch, yeah I bagged it

The Glock in my bag I been had it

And I feel like Osama Bin Laden

And that nigga he broke, don’t be that bitch

Oh, they hating on me cause I’m mad rich

For money I turned into a savage (gang)

I just add and divide, that shit average (facts)

We been chasing green, I ain’t talking cabbage

I like all my ho’s skinny, no fat bitch (yeah)

40. on my waste I’m keeping it tucked (gang)

Run up on me, then your ass out of luck

No emotion, I cannot fall in love

Married to the guap these ho’s be a dub

Run it up, ok

I speak Spanish, bitch, I’m chasing dineros

Hola, need bank today

On the mic I’m rapping more than a pharaoh

223. on me, spray at your gang, your whole posse

I extended the clip so they all can see

Understand that that bitch wasn’t the one for me

Now, niggas be talking their shit, but they don’t understand they gon' get

clapped

It’s over

Whip in a mystery machine, I might have to get me a scoob snack

Raggy?

Shawty in the past she dubbed me, she didn’t love me, gave me heart attack

She a bitch

Now I think these niggas see it, I think in the past they had cataracts

Put that bitch to a heat, then I gas it

Fuck a diss, we leave your ass in a casket (skrt)

We spinning in silence, why fuck niggas braggin'?

They buy a new shirt and don’t take off the tag, bitch (yeah)

You see that nigga broke, don’t be that bitch

They see me blowin' up with a bad bitch

Spent a rack on these jeans so I’m saggin'

I’m so high off the dope, I’m jet laggin'

Designer my closet, MC Magic

Givenchy my shoes, fashion

Bought a bag for my bag, so I bagged it

That’s your bitch not my bitch, yeah I bagged it

The Glock in my bag I been had it

And I feel like Osama Bin Laden

And that nigga he broke, don’t be that bitch

Oh, they hating on me cause I’m mad rich