Trina Gone Mad Lyrics
Gone Mad by Trina
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Let a bitch shine, you know you're outdated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!
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!