Maniac (Explicit) - YG/Hit-Boy

Lyrics by：Terrace Martin/Keenon Jackson/Chauncey Hollis/Dustin James Corbett

Composed by：Terrace Martin/Keenon Jackson/Chauncey Hollis/Dustin James Corbett

They say I lost my mind I done turned to a maniac

Maniac

Half a milli' on my neck I'm rockin' big racks

Kidnap his b***h he can't get his b***h back

Take that take that take that take that

I done lost my mind I done turned to a maniac

Maniac

The money got my head gone they don't know where he at

I be trippin' with Goyard luggage I carry that

F**kin' on a popstar I'm tryna marry that

Uh-uh YG you changed

Ever since you been f**kin' with them superstar b***hes

Saint-Laurent drippin' this how I'm feelin'

Only thing changed is the drip b***h I'm chilly

Smellin' like Tom Ford lookin' like a million

What you expect

I'm a star with stars in the ceilin'

Ridin' by myself got the 40 and it's chromed

Chromed

Everything else bust down yellow gold

Gold

They like YG he tryna come for your spot

Spot

I'm like How

B***h I'm sittin' on the block not a throne

Throne

I'm in my own lane I don't race for nan' n***a

I put bands on heads give you a headband n***a

All my b***hes bad they don't use filters

Your b***hes made of plastic and got fillers

Got fillers

Fix your wig get your track right

Tired of that b***h you look like last night

Whole lotta millions so what

I got my plaques right

I can tell you n***as ain't eatin' get your shmack right

They say I lost my mind I done turned to a maniac

Maniac

Half a milli' on my neck I'm rockin' big racks

Kidnap his b***h he can't get his b***h back

Take that take that take that take that

I done lost my mind I done turned to a maniac

Maniac

The money got my head gone they don't know where he at

I be trippin' with Goyard luggage I carry that

F**kin' on a popstar I'm tryna marry that

All this ice is kinda scary

Kinda scary

All this ice is Ben &Jerry

Ben &Jerry

All this ice without no deal

Without no deal

Woke up with some ice in my teeth tooth fairy

Tooth fairy

Yeah stunt on a b***h

We're from the gate I'm tryna f**k keep it blunt on a b***h

She know what's up with the clicks

She know she gone in the mornin' she tryna suck on some d**k

If you ain't tryna f**k girl I ain't mad at you

Chewin' on some gum I might spit it right at you

Talked her out her panties she thought she was at Chapel

The way I mack h*es I should be sponsored by Apple

F**k all the opps pop they tops like Snapples

The shooters wanna slide you know I cover the travel

In the city I'm a n***a b***h put up a statue

I got rich and started sendin' hitters at you

They say I lost my mind I done turned to a maniac

Maniac

Half a milli' on my neck I'm rockin' big racks

Kidnap his b***h he can't get his b***h back

Take that take that take that take that

I done lost my mind I done turned to a maniac

Maniac

The money got my head gone they don't know where he at

I be trippin' with Goyard luggage I carry that

F**kin' on a popstar I'm tryna marry that

Say say I lost my mind say I lost my mind I

I be trippin' with Goyard luggage I carry that

They say I lost my mind I done turned to a

Turned to a

I got rich and started sendin' hitters at you