Michael Jackson

[Chorus: Shad da God] 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 Got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag How you having sauce like that? How you having that? How you make that ho comply? How you having 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 Imma go out there just like a dog and fishing bag Imma go back to the basics stacking up the glass Nigga gon get dropped they dont wanna pay they tabs Imma put them packs on a nigga like some M's Count the money once, I ain't fucking up the math I count the money once and I ain't fucking up the math I'm 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for the staff [Verse 1: Shad da God] I'm 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for my hoe I'm 'bout to hit the mafia up and chop a bankroll 2 chains go king god Coming with the strap, [?] We coming with that money nigga be outside ho [?] take it from him Nigga askin for advice I told him get your money up 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 like some braces 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 rubberband a bankroll 'fore you came here? When you bust the juug do you make sure your folk straight? When you pour that lean, do you know how good that act' taste (act' taste) [Chorus: Shad da God] Baby girl you Michael Jackson bad I'm Michael Jackson bad, girl we Michael Jackson day 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 Got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag How you having sauce like that? How you having that? How you make that ho comply? How you having 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 Imma go out there just like a dog and fishing bag Imma go back to the basics stacking up the glass Nigga gon get dropped they don't wanna pay they tabs Imma put them packs on a nigga like some M's Count the money once, I ain't fucking up the math I count the money once and I ain't fucking up the math I'm 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for the staff [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] Yeah them boys watching (what) Yeah I know they watching So I know them boys so mad Yeah I told them boys keep tabs, yeah Lil Uzi counting money fast Driving in that Lambo fast Yeah you know I'm running 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 counting them new bands Reached in the pocket, my pants Pulled out my pocket that's ten Matching that white on white Phantom [Chorus: Shad da God] Baby girl you Michael Jackson bad Michael Jackson bad, girl we Michael Jackson day 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 Got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag How you having sauce like that? How you having that? How you make that ho comply? How you having 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 Imma go out there just like a dog and fishing bag Imma go back to the basics stacking up the glass Nigga gon get dropped they dont wanna pay they tabs Imma put them packs on a nigga like some M's Count the money once, I ain't fucking up the math I count the money once and I ain't fucking up the math I'm 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for the staff