Michael Jackson (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

Baby girl, you Michael Jackson bad I'm Michael Jackson bad, girl, we Michael Jackson bad She said she wants to fuck me, what 'bout gettin' money? Yeah I said I had like 30 on me, nah, but this ain't cash I got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag How you havin' sup later? How you havin' that? How you make that ho comply? How you havin' swag? Every time I turn up, yeah, they turn up on they ass They don't got no dope no more, now the nigga's sad I'ma go out there just like a dog and fishin' bag I'ma go back to the basics, stackin' up the glass Nigga gon' get dropped, they don't wanna pay they tabs I'ma put them packs on a nigga like some M's Count the money once, I ain't fuckin' up the math I count the money once, and I ain't fuckin' up the math I'm 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for the staff I'm 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for my ho I'm 'bout to hit the mafia up and chop a bankroll With two chains to go, king god in the flow Comin' with the strap, that's some AirForce's to Vogue We comin' with that money, nigga, be outside ho I take back that lil' jewelry, I ain't had to take it from him Nigga ask me for advice, I told him get your money up Some nigga said he got some 50, told him get a hundred somethin' Nigga, I just want Chanel black slipper with no laces I've been spending hundreds since they had small faces I just told a nigga had to struggle for some basics I just told 'em, free my nigga Rocco with them cases When you get that mother fucking money, what's your name at? Did you rubber band a bankroll 'fore you came here? When you bust the jug, do you make sure your folk straight? When you pour that lean, do you know how good that Act' taste? (Act' taste) Baby girl, you Michael Jackson bad I'm Michael Jackson bad, girl, we Michael Jackson bad She said she wants to fuck me, what 'bout gettin' money? Yeah I said I had like 30 on me, nah, but this ain't cash I got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag How you havin' sup later? How you havin' that? How you make that ho comply? How you havin' swag? Every time I turn up, yeah, they turn up on they ass They don't got no dope no more, now the nigga's sad I'ma go out there just like a dog and fishin' bag I'ma go back to the basics, stackin' up the glass Nigga gon' get dropped, they don't wanna pay they tabs I'ma put them packs on a nigga like some M's Count the money once, I ain't fuckin' up the math I count the money once, and I ain't fuckin' up the math I'm 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for the staff Yeah, them boys watching (what) Yeah, I know they watchin' So, I know them boys so mad Yeah, I told them boys keep tabs, yeah Lil Uzi countin' money fast Drivin' in that Lambo fast Yeah, you know I'm runnin' through the racks 'Cause you know things don't last Took your girl, made her slow dance Looked at her mom like, "No, ma'am" Slide in the A in the Lamb Run up on me, it won't jam Always countin' them new bands Reached in the pocket, my pants Pulled out my pocket that's ten Matchin' that white on white Phantom Baby girl, you Michael Jackson bad I'm Michael Jackson bad, girl we Michael Jackson bad She said she wants to fuck me, what 'bout gettin' money? Yeah I said I had like 30 on me, nah, but this ain't cash I got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag How you havin' sup later? How you havin' that? How you make that ho comply? How you havin' swag? Every time I turn up, yeah, they turn up on they ass They don't got no dope no more, now the nigga's sad I'ma go out there just like a dog and fishin' bag I'ma go back to the basics, stackin' up the glass Nigga gon' get dropped, they don't wanna pay they tabs I'ma put them packs on a nigga like some M's Count the money once, I ain't fuckin' up the math I count the money once, and I ain't fuckin' up the math I'm 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for the staff (the Benzes)