Michael Jackson (Explicit) - 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 f**k me, wit' my getting money a**

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 a**

They don't got no d**e no more now the ni**a's sad

Imma go out there just like a dog and fishing bag

Imma go back to the basics stacking up the glass

Ni**a gon get dropped they dont wanna pay they tabs

Imma put them packs on a ni**a like some M's

Count the money once, I ain't f**king up the math

I count the money once and I ain't f**king up the math

I'm 'bout to get the motherf**kin' Benz for the staff

I'm back again I mother f**k for my hoe

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

2 chains go

Coming with the

We coming with that money ni**a be a silly hoe

take it from him

get your money up

Say she got some 50 thousand hundred some

Ni**a Chanel black slipper with no laces

I've been spending hundreds since they had small faces

I just told a ni**a had to strugle

I just told

get that mother f**king money what's your name?

B**ch you're rubberband

the juug do you make sue 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 f**k 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 a**

Girl got no d**e

Imma go out there just like a dog and fishing bag

Imma go back to the basics stacking up the glass

Ni**a gon get dropped they dont wanna pay they tabs

Imma put them packs on a ni**a like some M's

Count the money once, I ain't f**king up the math

I count the money once and I ain't f**king up the math

like a motherf**king

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