Childish (Explicit) - YG/Bobo Norco
Written by：YG/BoBo Norco
Why you mad cause I'm rich
Or you mad cause I might be f**kin' yo' b**ch
Ni**a
It ain't my fault that you love that b**ch
Ni**a
It ain't my fault that she love my dick
Ni**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
I cut class 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**ches 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**ch smell just like the Asian market
Why you mad cause I'm rich
Or you mad cause I might be f**kin' yo' b**ch
Ni**a
It ain't my fault that you love that b**ch
Ni**a
It ain't my fault that she love my dick
Ni**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
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*t I shouldn't mention uh-oh
I do shows I got dough I got freaks
I got a sex tape that might leak
If I don't f**k with you we got beef
Thats why I move how I move in these streets
His b**ch 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**ch 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
Why you mad cause I'm rich
Or you mad cause I might be f**kin' yo' b**ch
Ni**a
It ain't my fault that you love that b**ch
Ni**a
It ain't my fault that she love my dick
Ni**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
I'm dipped off lean OG and Bombay
B**ches get f**ked 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
D**e dick will leave a drip in your sinus
My video will leave your phone with a virus
One night stand that's the sh*t my clique's on
My dick's in her mouth and I tell her to get gone
Babysit the kids while a f**k the kid's mom
In love cause I'm rich and she knows the dick's bomb
Why you mad cause I'm rich
Or you mad cause I might be f**kin' yo' b**ch
Ni**a
It ain't my fault that you love that b**ch
Ni**a
It ain't my fault that she love my dick
Ni**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**kin' yo' b**ch
Ni**a
It ain't my fault that you love that b**ch
Ni**a
It ain't my fault that she love my dick
Ni**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