Trippy T - Color Money Remix (RD, Gado verse only) lyrics

[Intro: Gado] Aye, aye,aye,aye,skerrr, (laughs) Wane Bando with me, Wane Bando with me bababopdrahdrah (laughs) (Inhales) Ahhhh We getting money n***a, we getting money n***a, we getting money n***a, lalalalaah, skert skert skerrrr [Verse 1: Gado] Headbands straight to the head man, money talks, so you know I'm all about my bread man, have a bunch of blunts pull up on you in a red van, I don't f** with meth but I be high just like I'm Red Man, kiss my girl neck and I say "Are you wet fam?", then she put my hand on her p**y and I said "Damn", all these b**hes crazy, I ain't f**ing with my ex, man, she can miss me with it, save that bullsh** for the next man, Dude, these b**hes cold, no refrigerator, n***as fake as hell, they be imitating, teach you little n***as, I'm a demonstrator, f** you talking 'bout? I been getting paper, all my bars hot like they in a blazer, riding with my squad in a [?] all these n***as getting [?] dabbing and handing vapors, give a big tip to the waiter at the waffle house, squad deep, pull up and we hopping out, we don't want no problems, p**y n***a what you talking about? I feel like these n***as plotting on me when I walk around, silence sir on the 9 I swear it make the softest sound, told that b**h to save the lies that I had to talk it out, independent, do it on my own I took the [?] out, I pulled the coffin out, I smoke a deaf, n***a, put it in the back [?] and It'll snatch your chest n***a, knock a goofy out (with the right) or the left n***a, funny how the mop turn his body to a meth n***a, you getting stretched n***a, but this isn't exercise, soon as Weezy die n***a I will be the "Best Alive", every bar I pull it at these rappers who is next to die, tell the junkie I'll front him 27 times, I'm in the back of the back, and these n***as wacker than wack, and I got a stack for the sack, and I need a Mack when I trap, and if you attack, I attack, I hit your b**h with my back, boy she was kissing my test, that p**y fishy like crabs, I sip the liq and I'm dabbing, my weed is sticky like semen, my swag is sharp like a [?] I see them looking, they mad, I'm just laughing and having, these n***as up and they bagging, all I want is the cabbage, got no kids but I'm a dad, 'cause I be son-ING n***as, only pussies jump a n***a, pull up with some goons, scary sight, start punking n***as, thinking to myself like "Gado they don't really want that, n***a", 2016 wearing [?] punch a n***a, we just dumping n***a I'm 'bout to be 21, hope that they don't check my record and they let me grab a gun, I don't want no smoke my n***a, I am just trying to have fun, so stay up out my face before I stick your a** up with a drum, like Nick Cannon on that motherf**ing "Drum Line", your music knocks people out, I got punch lines, my sh** wake a n***a up like its lunch time, I know where to get every drug what you want slime? You want the weed, the white, or the pills? I'm plugged in like a charger this is real, I'm super slow with the sh** with the seal you know that I'll k** a p**y if its wet like a seal, whoa