YG - Childish lyrics
[Hook: BoBo Norco & (*YG*)] DJ Ghost Why you mad, cause I'm rich? Or you mad cause I might be f**in' yo' b**h? (*n***a*) It ain't my fault that you love that b**h (*n***a*) It ain't my fault that she love my dick (*n***a*) Why you trippin' on me, that's childish Why you trippin' on me, that's childish Why you trippin' on me, that's childish Why you trippin' on me, that's childish [Verse 1: BoBo Norco] I cut cla** for the red Giuseppes Tryna double up like the price is right Then I whipped up the raw for the Mulsanne Bentley Dropped a bootleg like a rodeo night Your boy got the b**hes in a bidding frenzy They boyfriends act like Miami Vice I got more knocks than a Jehovah's witness And I keep it more lit than the Church of Christ First things first, imma mack regardless This french rosé got me acting heartless They throwin' shade but I disregard it I'm way too smooth to be catching charges I picked her up in the Aston Martin Dropped her off in a black Delorean Spritz Clive Chris on my Mason Martin Cause your b**h smell just like the Asian market [Hook: BoBo Norco & [*YG*)] Why you mad, cause I'm rich? Or you mad cause I might be f**in' yo' b**h? (*n***a*) It ain't my fault that you love that b**h (*n***a*) It ain't my fault that she love my dick (*n***a*) Why you trippin' on me, that's childish Why you trippin' on me, that's childish Why you trippin' on me, that's childish Why you trippin' on me, that's childish (Verse 2: YG) I know you heard me on the radio (True) I know you hear me everywhere you go (True) Your girlfriend game me all yo' attention Aw damn, that's some sh** I shouldn't mention (uh-oh) I do shows, I got dough, I got freaks I got a - s** tape that might leak If I don't - f** with you we got beef Thats why I move how I move in these streets His b**h on my dick so he checked her He don't know we go back like Sean John and Mecca He searchin' through a phone he's a presser Found out his b**h a late night texter He's trippin', cause she's wildin' But she grown, he act childish All those trips she was taking a pirate She ain't had no money, now she understand it [Hook: BoBo Norco & [*YG*)] Why you mad, cause I'm rich? Or you mad cause I might be f**in' yo' b**h? (*n***a*) It ain't my fault that you love that b**h (*n***a*) It ain't my fault that she love my dick (*n***a*) Why you trippin' on me, that's childish Why you trippin' on me, that's childish Why you trippin' on me, that's childish Why you trippin' on me, that's childish [Verse 3: BoBo Norco] I'm dipped off lean, OG, and Bombay b**hes get f**ed like I'm Rico Suave Blunts get wrapped like a RICO statute I spit like Pac at the Paparazzi I'm a problem, my label refuse to drop me The club like a coop and the pigeons flock me Revenge of the hood, nerds tryna stop me Middle finger pig, that's enough to block me Got a gold lucky charm like a Mayan It look like I hit a lick on a pirate Dope dick will leave a drip in your sinus My video will leave your phone with a virus One night stand, that's the sh** my clique's on My dick's in her mouth and I tell her to get gone Babysit the kids while a f** the kid's mom In love cause I'm rich and she knows the dick's bomb [Hook: BoBo Norco & [*YG*)] Why you mad, cause I'm rich? Or you mad cause I might be f**in' yo' b**h? (*n***a*) It ain't my fault that you love that b**h (*n***a*) It ain't my fault that she love my dick (*n***a*) Why you trippin' on me, that's childish Why you trippin' on me, that's childish Why you trippin' on me, that's childish Why you trippin' on me, that's childish Why you mad, cause I'm rich? Or you mad cause I might be f**in' yo' b**h? (*n***a*) It ain't my fault that you love that b**h (*n***a*) It ain't my fault that she love my dick (*n***a*) Why you trippin' on me, that's childish Why you trippin' on me, that's childish Why you trippin' on me, that's childish Why you trippin' on me, that's childish DJ Ghost