Oh You Mad Testo
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Testo Oh You Mad
Featuring Alja
(Hook)
My my my my diamonds dancing like a stripper
My money talk when I ain’t sayin shit
Ass chewy, petty Louie, got these hoes sick
Oh oh, oh you mad?
Oh you mad? Oh you mad?
Oh she mad, oh you mad
Young rich game, hall of fame, I’m a bad chick Oh, I see, why you mad?
(Verse)
Little mad bitch ‘cus I’m rich
My niggas shoot like dumb shit
Get ratchet but I’m the one
Born to guin like whole in one
Your lights low, you’re here was O’s
You throw back like so old
I’m Prada fish, I’m new money
Fucks, you can’t get none from me
I ain’t got no worries, no
Thump you with that Berkin ho
Heard I looked good
Thought I was baddie, bein person though
Lights out, turn them on
He lookin for a passport
Getting hella pulled like I done been
On world tours, wait
Oh hatin ass bitch, couldn’t even get a nigga buy a drink in this bitch Early as God and free in this bitch
Would you come and put a queen and believe this shit
Started from the bottom,
At the top it’s just us
One eye on the money, it’s the only thing I trust
Bri!
(Hook)
My my my my diamonds dancing like a stripper
My money talk when I ain’t sayin shit
Ass chewy, petty Louie, got these hoes sick
Oh oh, oh you mad?
Oh you mad? Oh you mad?
Oh she mad, oh you mad
Young rich game, hall of fame, I’m a bad chick
Oh, I see, why you mad?
(Verse)
Why you mad? You had yo time
You got yo money, you had yo shine
When the year change your car don’t
I cop the cash, no cardinals
I pop the tags, you hoes don’t
But bitches got problems with Brianna though
Hatin ones swag me down the road
I be getting checks since 9 years old
Wait, you hate but you fake, oh great
You got different hustles, better learn to eat
They see the muscle, they scared to speak
Wutchu thought? Shit real
Out here need to count the money up, gotta live out here
Homie fine like no money in the mill
Hoes mad, all these niggas wanna meet er
(Hook)
My my my my diamonds dancing like a stripper
My money talk when I ain’t sayin shit
Ass chewy, petty Louie, got these hoes sick
Oh oh, oh you mad?
Oh you mad? Oh you mad?
Oh she mad, oh you mad
Young rich game, hall of fame, I’m a bad chick
Oh, I see, why you mad?
(Hook)
My my my my diamonds dancing like a stripper
My money talk when I ain’t sayin shit
Ass chewy, petty Louie, got these hoes sick
Oh oh, oh you mad?
Oh you mad? Oh you mad?
Oh she mad, oh you mad
Young rich game, hall of fame, I’m a bad chick Oh, I see, why you mad?
(Verse)
Little mad bitch ‘cus I’m rich
My niggas shoot like dumb shit
Get ratchet but I’m the one
Born to guin like whole in one
Your lights low, you’re here was O’s
You throw back like so old
I’m Prada fish, I’m new money
Fucks, you can’t get none from me
I ain’t got no worries, no
Thump you with that Berkin ho
Heard I looked good
Thought I was baddie, bein person though
Lights out, turn them on
He lookin for a passport
Getting hella pulled like I done been
On world tours, wait
Oh hatin ass bitch, couldn’t even get a nigga buy a drink in this bitch Early as God and free in this bitch
Would you come and put a queen and believe this shit
Started from the bottom,
At the top it’s just us
One eye on the money, it’s the only thing I trust
Bri!
(Hook)
My my my my diamonds dancing like a stripper
My money talk when I ain’t sayin shit
Ass chewy, petty Louie, got these hoes sick
Oh oh, oh you mad?
Oh you mad? Oh you mad?
Oh she mad, oh you mad
Young rich game, hall of fame, I’m a bad chick
Oh, I see, why you mad?
(Verse)
Why you mad? You had yo time
You got yo money, you had yo shine
When the year change your car don’t
I cop the cash, no cardinals
I pop the tags, you hoes don’t
But bitches got problems with Brianna though
Hatin ones swag me down the road
I be getting checks since 9 years old
Wait, you hate but you fake, oh great
You got different hustles, better learn to eat
They see the muscle, they scared to speak
Wutchu thought? Shit real
Out here need to count the money up, gotta live out here
Homie fine like no money in the mill
Hoes mad, all these niggas wanna meet er
(Hook)
My my my my diamonds dancing like a stripper
My money talk when I ain’t sayin shit
Ass chewy, petty Louie, got these hoes sick
Oh oh, oh you mad?
Oh you mad? Oh you mad?
Oh she mad, oh you mad
Young rich game, hall of fame, I’m a bad chick
Oh, I see, why you mad?
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