Crazy lyrics

by

Paul Wall


[Hook]
b*tch you gotta be crazy
b*tch you gotta be crazy
Hold up, b*tch you gotta be crazy
Think you gon’ f*ck with my biggas
b*tch you gotta be crazy
Think you finna stop this money
b*tch you gotta be crazy
Ooh, b*tch you gotta be crazy
Hold up, hold up, b*tch you gotta be crazy
Think I ain’t strapped that bank
b*tch you gotta be crazy
You think I’m finna miss when I’m aiming
b*tch you gotta be crazy

[Verse1]
b*tch you gotta be crazy
Pretty and broke, you gotta be lazy
Say she want my baby
Told her b*tch you gotta be crazy
I’ve been hustling all my life
Favour that f*cking paid me
Now you want me to spend it out with you
b*tch you gotta be crazy
I’m bout to take it to the table
Let everybody eat (let everybody eat)
All I got is a bunch of ‘f*ck you’s’
When they got on they feet
They’ll be your BFF when they need you
But they as fake as my teeth
Look real, act real but ain’t really real in them streets
Me? I’m real as can be
Started from the bottom
Put my hood on the map
Got paper, got smut, got legal
Now I’m done with doing the dumb sh*t in the trap
All my n*ggas locked up
And the feds are there so it’s f*ck the game
I ain’t never let a b*tch break me
You gotta be insane
Thugga
[Hook]
b*tch you gotta be crazy
b*tch you gotta be crazy
Hold up, b*tch you gotta be crazy
Think you gon’ f*ck with my biggas
b*tch you gotta be crazy
Think you finna stop this money
b*tch you gotta be crazy
Ooh, b*tch you gotta be crazy
Hold up, hold up, b*tch you gotta be crazy
Think I ain’t strapped that bank
b*tch you gotta be crazy
You think I’m finna miss when I’m aiming
b*tch you gotta be crazy

[Verse2]
I let my money fly out my hand
Please remind me of Mamma Cabase
I drink it straight, f*ck the trace
I don’t be flexing you know I’m made (know I’m made)
You ain’t gotta put me on a list (on a list)
You don’t even know who I is
Hold up, b*tch you guessing, b*tch you guessing
You ain’t never seen a man cagle like this
Body rocking moving side to side
It’s like I’m making switches in the drive, I drive
My Cadillac looking like a figure skater
Making circles up and down your block
We might left a lot, asking lotta questions
Like why I haven’t seen a tire
Seems like you can chase em, nah I let em chase me
Used to give a f*ck but then I stopped
[Hook]
b*tch you gotta be crazy
Hold up, b*tch you gotta be crazy
Think you gon’ f*ck with my biggas
b*tch you gotta be crazy
Think you finna stop this money
b*tch you gotta be crazy
Ooh, b*tch you gotta be crazy
Hold up, hold up, b*tch you gotta be crazy
Think I ain’t strapped that bank
b*tch you gotta be crazy
You think I’m finna miss when I’m aiming
b*tch you gotta be crazy

[Hook]
Ooh, b*tch you gotta be crazy
Hold up, hold up, b*tch you gotta be crazy
Think I ain’t strapped that bank
b*tch you gotta be crazy
You think I’m finna miss when I’m aiming
b*tch you gotta be crazy
Hold up
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