Madonna by Knowmads Lyrics
In this game no lord
I got nothing to lose
When it rains it pours
I kept you flooded in jewels
Ima hustler she love the
Way I’m making it move
Gram bag of madonna
Dancing under the moon
-458
Love the way that it vroom
Brought you with me outta state
Lil baby a goon
I could make that money
Any way that I choose
Told her life is a game
I ain’t playing to lose
Used to pop it in the club
She was my baretta
Had you riding with a king
You was my Coretta
Cuffed up on my wrist
Like italian leather
Diamond bezzle on the watch
Saying now or never
Ask where I got them bills
On my new endeavors
Bank teller started putting two and two together
Go getter I could never be with
You forever
Walking out and throwing tantrums
Like you lou pinella
Blood is thicker than water
What I used to tell her
Fell in love with a hustler
Shorty tutta bella
Buying tickets in the winter
Let her choose the weather
New sweater goose feather
Looking like cruella
One of ones in the dresser
And they handstitched
Cocaine on my cuffs
Look like dandruff
Mo money mo problems
That they can’t fix
Thats the thing about life
She’s a damn bitch
In this game no lord
I got nothing to lose
When it rains it pours
I kept you flooded in jewels
Ima hustler she love the
Way I’m making it move
Gram bag of madonna
Dancing under the moon
458
Love the way that it vroom
Brought you with me outta state
Lil baby a goon
I could make that money
Really any way that I choose
Told her life is a game
I ain’t playing to lose
Copped my first sale out in ferndale
Working with the ghost white capsule
Make you turn pale
The cook live
50 yards down a dirt trail
-One hit
I bet you feel it in your bone marrow
White madonna break em down
Til they so frail
-Have you selling all your shit
Like a yard sale
God helped me shake the devil
Off my coattails
Make a blind man see
Like I wrote braille
-12 years in the game
Ain't a word stale
One verse got you feeling like you touched the third-rail
This game run through my veins
Like the Holy Grail
Holy Ghost taking over
Help me tip the scale
Bitches clinging on my skin
Told her clip her nails
Tryna turn me to a psycho
Christian Bale
Make you look over your shoulder
When you get the mail
My shooter show up on your door
Like a Christmas Carol
In this game no lord
I got nothing to lose
When it rains it pours
I kept you flooded in jewels
Ima hustler she love the
Way I’m making it move
Gram bag of madonna
Dancing under the moon
458
Love the way that it vroom
Brought you with me outta state
Lil baby a goon
I could make that money
Really any way that I choose
Told her life is a game
I ain’t playing to lose
I got nothing to lose
When it rains it pours
I kept you flooded in jewels
Ima hustler she love the
Way I’m making it move
Gram bag of madonna
Dancing under the moon
-458
Love the way that it vroom
Brought you with me outta state
Lil baby a goon
I could make that money
Any way that I choose
Told her life is a game
I ain’t playing to lose
Used to pop it in the club
She was my baretta
Had you riding with a king
You was my Coretta
Cuffed up on my wrist
Like italian leather
Diamond bezzle on the watch
Saying now or never
Ask where I got them bills
On my new endeavors
Bank teller started putting two and two together
Go getter I could never be with
You forever
Walking out and throwing tantrums
Like you lou pinella
Blood is thicker than water
What I used to tell her
Fell in love with a hustler
Shorty tutta bella
Buying tickets in the winter
Let her choose the weather
New sweater goose feather
Looking like cruella
One of ones in the dresser
And they handstitched
Cocaine on my cuffs
Look like dandruff
Mo money mo problems
That they can’t fix
Thats the thing about life
She’s a damn bitch
In this game no lord
I got nothing to lose
When it rains it pours
I kept you flooded in jewels
Ima hustler she love the
Way I’m making it move
Gram bag of madonna
Dancing under the moon
458
Love the way that it vroom
Brought you with me outta state
Lil baby a goon
I could make that money
Really any way that I choose
Told her life is a game
I ain’t playing to lose
Copped my first sale out in ferndale
Working with the ghost white capsule
Make you turn pale
The cook live
50 yards down a dirt trail
-One hit
I bet you feel it in your bone marrow
White madonna break em down
Til they so frail
-Have you selling all your shit
Like a yard sale
God helped me shake the devil
Off my coattails
Make a blind man see
Like I wrote braille
-12 years in the game
Ain't a word stale
One verse got you feeling like you touched the third-rail
This game run through my veins
Like the Holy Grail
Holy Ghost taking over
Help me tip the scale
Bitches clinging on my skin
Told her clip her nails
Tryna turn me to a psycho
Christian Bale
Make you look over your shoulder
When you get the mail
My shooter show up on your door
Like a Christmas Carol
In this game no lord
I got nothing to lose
When it rains it pours
I kept you flooded in jewels
Ima hustler she love the
Way I’m making it move
Gram bag of madonna
Dancing under the moon
458
Love the way that it vroom
Brought you with me outta state
Lil baby a goon
I could make that money
Really any way that I choose
Told her life is a game
I ain’t playing to lose