Testo Maniac - YG feat. Hit-Boy
Testo della canzone Maniac (YG feat. Hit-Boy), tratta dall'album Maniac
They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac)
Half a milli' on my neck, I'm rockin' big racks
Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back
Take that, take that, take that, take that
I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac)
The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at
I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that
Fuckin' on a popstar, I'm tryna marry that
Uh-uh, YG, you changed
Ever since you been fuckin' with them superstar bitches
Saint-Laurent drippin', this how I'm feelin'
Only thing changed is the drip, bitch, I'm chilly
Smellin' like Tom Ford, lookin' like a million
What you expect? I'm a star with stars in the ceilin'
Ridin' by myself, got the .40 and it's chromed (chromed)
Everything else bust down, yellow gold (gold)
They like, "YG, he tryna come for your spot" (spot)
I'm like, "How? Bitch I'm sittin' on the block, not a throne" (throne)
I'm in my own lane, I don't race for nan' nigga
I put bands on heads, give you a head band, nigga
All my bitches bad, they don't use filters
Your bitches made of plastic and got fillers (got fillers)
Fix your wig, get your track right
Tired of that bitch, you look like last night
Whole lotta millions, so what? I got my plaques right
I can tell you niggas ain't eatin', get your shmack right
They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac)
Half a milli' on my neck, I'm rockin' big racks
Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back
Take that, take that, take that, take that
I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac)
The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at
I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that
Fuckin' on a popstar, I'm tryna marry that
All this ice is kinda scary (kinda scary)
All this ice is Ben and Jerry (Ben and Jerry)
All this ice without no deal (without no deal)
Woke up with some ice in my teeth, tooth fairy (tooth fairy)
Yeah, stunt on a bitch
We're from the gate, I'm tryna fuck, keep it blunt on a bitch
She know what's up with the clicks
She know she gone in the mornin', she tryna suck on some dick
If you ain't tryna fuck, girl, I ain't mad at you
Chewin' on some gum, I might spit it right at you
Talked her out her panties, she thought she was at Chapel
The way I mack hoes, I should be sponsored by Apple
Fuck all the opps, pop they tops like snapples
The shooters wanna slide, you know I cover the travel
In the city, I'm a nigga, bitch, put up a statue
I got rich and started sendin' hitters at you
They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac)
Half a milli' on my neck, I'm rockin' big racks
Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back
Take that, take that, take that, take that
I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac)
The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at
I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that
Fuckin' on a popstar, I'm tryna marry that
Say, say I lost my mind, say I lost my mind, I
I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that
They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a (turned to a-)
I got rich and started sendin' hitters at you
Credits
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Dustin James Corbett, Terrace Marti
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