Fredo Bang - Rada Rada lyrics

[Intro] (What are you? Who are you the mob or somethin'?) (It's a GD beat) (Uno got the streets goin' crazy) (Hardbody) [Verse 1] I'm ballin' hard, ain't gotta pass the ball I don't need your sex at all I did not throw half the time I don't need no pass around (Yeah) I've fu*ked the finest, covered in diamonds They think that I'm conceited (They think that I'm conceited) fu*k a b*tch, I need my check, up in my palm, I gotta see it (Yeah, yeah, yeah), uh-huh You spend your rent, your water bill, your life [?] just on your bundles (On your bundles) Babe, I'm an ape, I give you dick fresh out the jungle (Fresh out the jungle) I got sh*t, thеy tryna fu*k me, keep your kid, and I'm like, "Nah, ah" You get a bag and want a baby, wе could go half (Oh, oh) [Chorus] Could turn you up, could turn you down, you get your options (Yeah) I could turn you to a baddie like [?] I rock that [?] on, you can fu*k with a big-timer (We get high) You can be my b*tch but you don't come before these commas Oh ooh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada, ride (Yeah) I hit a lick, split the sh*t with my guys (Yeah) I'ma pick the money over b*tches all the time Why stress a b*tch? This money got me feelin' fine [Verse 2] Rich b*tch, I cut you off right now, you tell me you can't play the part (Yeah, yeah) b*tch, I'm turnt up, I don't need your ass, I could have any who*e (Yeah, yeah) I got this sh*t on me right now, what the fu*k I gotta be cappin' for? (Got that sh*t on I) Stoop a b*tch, I pissed that sh*t you clappin' your lil' booty for me (I gotta put 'em on) I got a b*tch to line 'em up and now she wonder where's the fire (Fire) Turnin' heads and breakin' necks when I be passin' in my ride (Ride) She been sendin' that lil' pussy, she done ran up all her miles (Miles) Tryna plant a baby, I use a rubber, I can't believe that hoe had tried [Chorus] Could turn you up, could turn you down, you get your options (Yeah) I could turn you to a baddie like [?] I rock that [?] on, you can fu*k with a big-timer (We get high) You can be my b*tch but you don't come before these commas Oh ooh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada, ride (Yeah) I hit a lick, split the sh*t with my guys (Yeah) I'ma pick the money over b*tches all the time Why stress a b*tch? This money got me feelin' fine