Trina

Trina - Gone Mad lyrics

rate me

I’m a little foreign red bone, cause everything’s foreign

And if I’m not out shopping, then I’m overseas touring

Yeah, bitch, I’m out touring, foreign seas is where I’m snoring.

You bitches’ life boring, I’m the only bitch scoring.

I’m a Louis Vuitton killer, casket fresh killer

Make ‘em send me Rose,

Where them racks are, nigga?

I’m a legend in the flesh, 305, what up, nigga?

Now I’m looking at your nigga,

Where them racks are, nigga?

First off, don’t play with hoes,

I slut the hoe and that’s case closed,

This is the taste of...

He don’t talk to me without bankrolls.

Got money trees and my leaves grow

Like Christmas, I chin gold.

Bails needed them wrists on

No kissing me, mistletoe!

Thinking about this money,

I’m dreaming racks, big money

So what a fuck you’re talking about?

Bitch, if you wait, talking money!

Cause I need a lot of my bad bitch

I’m going under his matress

I’m taking all that I came for,

Now that’s what you call a bad bitch.

Bad bitch, sad bitch, don’t fuck around like the cat bitch

Everything I do, I landish,

My dinero speaking Spanish.

You rap bitches is silly, I’m turned up, I’m illy

Bitch, I’ve been made an illy,

Now I’m going after a billy.

I’m riding round with that nina

Cruising trolling my beamer,

She .. me, I ain’t seen her,

Now follow after your leader.

Ain’t no time left for your meet up,

Got my own lane, no cheater

It’s shark time, you bitches!

Swim closer, I’m an eater.

So don’t make me go deeper,

And turn to the grand ripper

I’m booming, bitches, I’m a sweeper,

Burning haters into believers.

My passport and my visa,

My black card and no visa

Relax, I got my feet up,

And I won’t decide of no pre-nup.

Hook:

Cause I’m thinking about this money,

And I’m thinking about it bad.

And if you ain’t thinking money, then you probably doing

I need a hundred K or better, to complement my swag

Cause somebody gonna feel it,

Bad bitch gone mad!

I’m thinking about this money,

And I’m thinking about it bad.

And if you ain’t thinking money, then you probably doing

I need a hundred K or better, to complement my swag

Cause somebody gonna feel it,

Bad bitch gone mad!

Young bitch just gone mad (mad)...

What a fuck you’re talking out fast

You ain’t really about that laugh.

I want that Gucci, that Louis, that Prada, that Louis Vuitton

You’re trying to sue me, I call up...

Trying to figure out why these hoes still hating

Let a bitch shine, you know you’re outdated

Been on my grind, I’ve been waiting,

Approximately five years in a business.

I’m on my share, I needed, zero comas repeated

Yo wify wanna beat me

She heard I was on in TV.

Hold up, that’s your hoe?

That’s my hoe, too!

Her main nigga, my old news

Your base... so old school.

I work into the mansion with 20 barrels and full pause

Me and Trina pull up in this fire when they come through.

Hook:

Cause I’m thinking about this money,

And I’m thinking about it bad.

And if you ain’t thinking money, then you probably doing

I need a hundred K or better, to complement my swag

Cause somebody gonna feel it,

Bad bitch gone mad!

I’m thinking about this money,

And I’m thinking about it bad.

And if you ain’t thinking money, then you probably doing

I need a hundred K or better, to complement my swag

Cause somebody gonna feel it,

Bad bitch gone mad!

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