Doe-Active - A$AP Ferg

They mad, they mad

They mad, why they mad?

They mad, and they mad

They mad, they mad

They mad, they mad

They mad, and they mad

You mad, you and you mad

I’m ballin', ballin', I’m shot callin'

Gotta brush the gold grills when I wake in the mornin'

You can smell that champagne when a nigga be yawnin'

And I’m straight shittin' on you cause it’s lyrical on it

Got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face

I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face

I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face

I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face

I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face

Then I looked at your mama like damn your sons a disgrace

I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face

I’m tryna clean my house, I walkie talkie my maid

I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face

This shit make no sense, I got taste

Girls come to my house to have an orgy parade

I just hit 'em like this and leave 'em horny for days

My daddy said I’m a prince, now I’m a king

He sacrificed and went to Heaven, now I’m livin' his dream

You gotta walk like this, you gotta talk like that

I talked this shit into existence, now my stacks on racks

I got stacks on stacks, stacks on racks

Racks on top of stacks and stacks on top of them racks

Move like that on them cats, you move like that and get smacked

I wipe a hundred on my momma, I’m using that like Proac'

I got a hundred dollar bill to get the bump off your face

I got a hundred dollar bill to get them bumps off your face

I got a hundred dollar bill to get them bumps off your face

Got a hundred dollar bill to get them bumps off your face

Use these hundred dollar bills to get these bumps off your face

Now use these hundred dollar bills to get these bumps off your face

I got a hundred dollar bill to get these bumps off your face

Got a hundred dollar, got damn

Now I’m lookin' through the window and the sky’s so blue

Lookin' through the window and my grass' so green

Lookin' through my window, hold on I know you

Hollup, is that Adam Levine?

Adam Levine, I got a hundred

Adam Levine, I got a hundred

Adam Levine, I got a hundred

Adam Levine, I got a hundred

I’m ballin', ballin', I’m shot callin'

Gotta brush the gold grills when I wake in the mornin'

You can smell that champagne when a nigga be yawnin'

And I’m straight shittin' on you cause it’s lyrical on it

Got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face

I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face

I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face

I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face