(Like we'll read it)
My my my my diamond's dancing like a stripper
My money talk when I ain't saying, shit
As chewy petty Louie got these hoes sick
Oh, oh, oh you mad?
Oh you mad, oh you mad?
Oh you mad, oh you mad?
Oh she mad, oh you mad
Young rich game hall of fame I'm bad chick
Oh, I see, why you mad?
Little mad bitch 'cause I'm rich
My niggas shoot like dumb shit
Get ratchet but I'm the one
Born to gain like whole in one
Your lights low, you're here was OS
You throw back like so old
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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 Berking oh
Heard I looked good
Thought I was baddy, being person though
Lights out, turn them on
He's looking for a passport
Getting hella pulled like I done been
On world tours, wait oh, hating as 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 out 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
Bree!
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/brianna-perry/symphony-no-9-the-collection/oh-you-mad.html]
My my my diamond's dancing like a stripper
My money talk when I ain't saying, shit
As chewy petty Louie got these hoes sick
Oh, oh, oh you mad?
Oh you mad, oh you mad?
Oh you mad,oh you mad?
Oh she mad, oh you mad
Young rich game hall of fame I'm bad chick
Oh, I see, why you mad?
Why you mad, you had your time
You got your money, you had your shine
When the year change your car don't
I cup the cash no cardinals I pop the tags, your hoes don't
But bitches got problems with Brianna though
Hating ones strike me down the road
I'll be getting checks since nine years-old
Wait, you hate but you fake, oh great
You got different hustles better learn to eat
They see the muscles they're scared to speak
Watch's taught? Shit real
Out here need to count the money up
Gotta live out here
Home fine like no money in the mill
Who's mad?
All these niggars wanna meet her?
My my my diamond's dancing like a stripper
My money talk when I ain't saying, shit
As chewy petty Louie got these hoes sick
Oh, oh, oh you mad?
Oh you mad, oh you mad?
Oh you madoh you mad?
Oh she mad, oh you mad
Young rich game hall of fame I'm bad chick
Oh, I see, why you mad?
(Yu-yu)


Lyrics submitted by KRC-Roseland Ent-The Pac-Planet9

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