Childish (Explicit)

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