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[Part I] [Intro: Playboi Carti] (100% Juice) (KasimGotJuice) Uh (J. Cash Beats), ooh, ooh [Chorus: Playboi Carti] All of these bitches, they mad, ooh All of these niggas, they mad, ooh All of these bitches, they mad, ooh All of these niggas, they mad, ooh I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh (Shawty be bad) I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh (Shawty be mad) I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh (Shawty be bad) Ooh, walk with a bag, ooh (Shawty be mad) What? Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad, ooh (Shawty be bad, yeah) All of these niggas, they mad (Mad), ooh (Shawty be mad, for real) All of these niggas, they mad, ooh (Shawty be bad, for real) Walk in the buildin', I flex on that boy (Shawty be mad, for real) I flex on that boy with the bag, ooh (Shawty be bad, for real) Ice on my neck and my mama like, "Boy (Shawty be mad, for real) Where you get all of that cash?" Ayy (Shawty be bad, mwah) [Verse: Playboi Carti] I got the bag, woo (Mwah), ice on my wrist Mama like, "Where you get this?" I got her sad, ooh (Mwah), gave her a brick Then I gave her a lil' kiss, ooh (Mwah) Yeah, I rock out in the 6, 6 (Mwah, mwah) But nigga, we fire, we split (Mwah) I'm takin' your shit, you college kid, ooh (Mwah) We really be poppin' shit (Mwah) I hit a lick, no kid, ooh I had a lick, but no bitch, ooh She suck me up like a tick, ooh Damn, my weed smell like a pit, ooh He do that talkin', he simp, ooh Damn, that bitch got a lil' thick, oh I told that bitch to come in I told that bitch to come in (Woo) [Chorus: Playboi Carti] All of these bitches, they mad, ooh All of these niggas, they mad, ooh All of these bitches, they mad, ooh All of these niggas, they mad, ooh I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh (Shawty be bad) I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh (Shawty be mad) I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh (Shawty be bad) Ooh, walk with a bag, ooh (Shawty be mad) What? Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad, ooh (Shawty be bad, yeah) All of these niggas, they mad (Mad), ooh (Shawty be mad, for real) All of these niggas, they mad, ooh (Shawty be bad, for real) Walk in the buildin', I flex on that boy (Shawty be mad, for real) I flex on that boy with the bag, ooh (Shawty be bad, for real) Ice on my neck and my mama like, "Boy (Shawty be mad, for real) Where you get all of that cash?" Ayy [Segue: Rubi Rose & Playboi Carti] Yo "Yo?" Who the fuck is you talkin' to, nigga? (Yo, hello?) The fuck you think this is? You think 'cause you got a couple dollars, you a fuckin' playboy? (Yeah, uh, I was just callin—) Nigga, you ain't no fuckin' playboy, nigga (Where the fucks you at? You know what I'm sayin', why you gotta—) You ain't nothin', nigga Fuck outta here, Carti Fuck outta here with the bullshit, dog (J. Cash on the— J. Cash on the beat; Wait) [Part II] [Intro: Rubi Rose, Playboi Carti & Leven Kali] Don't call my phone with that shit, my nigga (Yo, you sound real mad right now) Real mad? (You sound real mad right now) Nigga, I don't ever get mad (Is you mad or what?) You sound real mad right now, you heard? (J. Cash Beats) This nigga trippin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah; aight, I'ma holler at you) What? Yeah, yeah (I said, "I'ma holler at you") Fuck outta here, hahaha [Chorus: Leven Kali & Playboi Carti] Girl, that's bad for us (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) Say you're mad for once (Girl, is you mad or what?) Said she had enough (Is you mad or what?) Girl, that's bad for us (Is you mad or what?) She came back for once (Is you mad or what?) Yeah it's probably done (Is you mad or what?) She gon' back that ass (Is you mad or what?) I know that's bad for us (Yeah, yeah, uh) Girl, that's bad for us (Yeah-yeah) Say you're mad for once (Just say you're mad, girl) Said she had enough (Ooh, yeah) Girl, that's bad for us (Is you mad?) [Verse: Playboi Carti] I guess you're not feelin' me, uh (What?) Not feelin' the energy Baby girl, we can do plan A (Is you mad?) Baby girl, we can do plan B (Bleh) I walk in that bitch, they playin' my shit (Is you mad or what? Bleh) Walk in that bitch, eyes on the kicks (Bleh) Walk in that bitch, eyes on the fit (Is you mad or what?) I look at your bitch, then blow her a kiss, mwah, ooh (Wow, wow) I got that deuce in the coupe, huh (Wow, ooh) Got a white bitch like YesJulz, huh (Is you mad or what?) All of my niggas, they fool, huh (Mad or what? Yeah, what? Yeah) Look at that boy, look at his jewels (What? What?) All of my niggas, they bool, huh (Mad or what? Yeah, what?) Louboutins bleed in the booth, ooh (Is you mad? What? What?) These niggas, they lookin' like who? Ooh, Cash, Cash, Cash (Yeah, yeah) My outfit just made the front page, uh Hop off the plane, I run to the stage, yeah, ooh Your ho gettin' laid, yeah, ayy She might come in late (Bitch, yeah) I heard that your nigga Atlanta (I heard that your nigga Atlanta) I heard that your nigga LA, ooh (I heard that your nigga LA) I heard that your nigga a lame (I heard that your nigga a lame, J. Cash) [Outro: Playboi Carti & Leven Kali] Yeah (Yeah), might sing on a bitch (Oh) Ayy, might sing on this shit (Oh, woah) Might sing on a bitch (Oh, woah, woah) I might just sing on this shit I might just sing on this shit (I might just sing to your bitch; yeah, yeah) I might sing on this shit (Is you mad?) I might just sing on this shit (I might just sing on this shit) Yeah (Yeah, lil' bitch, yeah)