Michael Jackson - Shad Da God, Lil Uzi Vert

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 soap how you having

How you making 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

I’m 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for my hoe

I’m back to hittin the mafia, big chopper, big bankroll

2 chains go king god

Coming with the

We coming with that money nigga be a silly hoe

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

I just told em free my nigga Rocco with them cases

When you get that mother fucking money what’s your name at?

Bitch 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)

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 soap how you having

How you making 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

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 10

Matching that white on white Phantom

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 soap how you having

How you making 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