Top Songs By Cartel Madras
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cartel Madras
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Contra
Composer
Eboshi
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Contra
Producer
Eboshi
Producer
Jae Sterling
Mixing Engineer
Casey Lewis
Producer
Skinny Local
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Got white on the glass, it's a poota
I'm sharp shooter
Would you ever let a pretty thug come screw ya?
[Verse 2]
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Got white on the glass, it's a poota
I'm a sharp shooter
Would you ever let a pretty thug come screw ya?
[Verse 3]
Blonde bitch hit like Camorra
Yeah, I mad him so lithe and limber
Got a few new rings on my fingers
And I covered it up with Beringer
Roll up my ganja when I take a sip
Money chop babies with drippity drip
Louis belt holding a clip, shit
The cut of my jib is a bitch, hit
[Verse 4]
They tryna catch me in a goonda act
I got the tiger back tat and a toddy flask
I might roll through your gig with the Doomsday mask
Cold case, cutting corners, call me Zodiac
Gotta get a good grip on the city
Goonda gonna, gonna make you trip for my city
Gassed up when I finna rep for this city
Tell me, have you ever seen a thug so pretty?
[Verse 5]
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Got white on the glass, it's a poota
I'm a sharp shooter
Would you ever let a pretty thug come screw ya?
[Verse 6]
My sites in the east are moulded with gats
Hands on the trigger, a soldier like that
Be bolder than that, a few men at my flat
Sweat on my back, don't fumble with all of my stacks
Pleasure me better, you're strapped
Move like a goonda with bats
A couple more times in the 'Lac
Look from the side when we pass
I take my pick from the pack
[Verse 7]
Gimme the belt and the shoes
Bitch, I got nothing to lose
Bitch, I be banging with booze and amused
I cruise with the crew, the views are my muse
Cold sweats, blank checks, break necks, stay wrecked
More sex, I want drug money
Onto the next bad honey
Look at me wrong, you are so dummy
[Verse 8]
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Got white on the glass, it's a poota
I'm a sharp shooter
Would you ever let a pretty thug come screw ya?
[Verse 9]
Tamil threads hanging from my waist
In my mama house with a maruti
Body coated like a fucking snake
A knife in my blouse when I roam the street
Gimme some heart with the chain on your chest
I make it clap like an uzi, I'm pressed
Kissin' my feet, I'm a killer connect
Out of your league, so I come and collect
[Verse 10]
Gold chain, cut lip
And you mad 'cause I'm fit
I'm the baddest brown bitch
Might call for a hit
Don't start talking shit with the crew in the whip
In the spot, throwin' shade
Don't step to my blade
Goonda savage with the fade
Stay afraid while I play with the yay for a raid
Pushin' weight, no delay
Never stray from the path or the way
You betray me, it's the end of your days
Bitch
[Verse 11]
Bitch, I'm bad, I'm brown, I'm gold
Bitch, I'm bad, I'm brown, I'm gold
Bitch, I'm bad, I'm brown, I'm gold
Bitch, I'm bad, I'm brown, I'm gold
Bitch, I'm bad, I'm brown, I'm gold
Bitch, I'm bad, I'm brown, I'm gold
Bitch, I'm bad, I'm brown, I'm gold
Bitch, I'm bad, I'm brown, I'm gold
[Verse 12]
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Got white on the glass, it's a poota
I'm a sharp shooter
Would you ever let a pretty thug come screw ya?
Written by: Contra, Eboshi
