Brianna Perry

Brianna Perry - Oh you mad lyrics

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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

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!

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)

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