Fredo Bang - Rada Rada Lyrics

(What are you? What are you in the mob or somethin'?)
(It's a GD beat)
(Uno got the streets goin' crazy)
(Hardbody)

I'm ballin' hard, ain't gotta pass the ball
I don't need your sex at all
I did not throw half the time
I don't need no pass around (yeah)
I've fucked the finest, covered in diamonds
They think that I'm conceited
Fuck a bitch, I need my check, up in my palm, I gotta see it, yeah
Uh-huh you spend your rent, your water bill, your light bill too it's on your bundles
Babe, I'm an ape, I give you dick fresh out the jungle
I got shit, they tryna fuck me, keep your kid, I'm like, nah
You get a bag and want a baby, we could go half

Could turn you up or turn you down, you get your options (yeah)
I could turn you to a baddie like Madonna
I work at Micky D's or you can fuck with a big-timer (we get high)
You can be my bitch but you don't come before these commas

Oh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada ride
I hit a lick, spit the shit with my guys
I'ma pick the money over bitches all the time
Why stress the bitch? This money got me feelin' fine

Rich bitch, I cut you off right now, you tell me you can't play the part
Bitch, I'm turnt up and I don't need your ass, I could have any whore
I got this shit on me right now, what the fuck I gotta be cappin' for?
Got that shit on, I pissed that shit, you clappin' yo lil booty for me
I got a bitch to line 'em up and now she wonder where's the fire
Turnin' heads and breakin' necks when I be passin' in my ride
She been sendin' that lil pussy, she ran up all her miles
Tryin' to plant a baby, I used a rubber, can't believe that hoe had tried

Could turn you up or turn you down, you get your options (yeah)
I could turn you to a baddie like Madonna
I work at Micky D's or you can fuck with a big-timer (we get high)
You can be my bitch but you don't come before these commas

Oh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada ride
I hit a lick, spit the shit with my guys
I'ma pick the money over bitches all the time
Why stress the bitch? This money got me feelin' fine