Radar Shad da God (Ft. Travis Porter)

[Chorus: Shad da God]
See you later, you ain't on my radar
I'm no hater, I just get the paper
You ain't no hater, you ain't gotta prove that
Just move back, bitch, move back
See you later, you ain't on my radar
I'm no hater, I just get the paper
You ain't no hater, you ain't gotta prove that
Just move back, bitch, move back

[Verse 1: Shad da God]
Couple hundred for [?]
Talk to a nigga 'bout stuntin
We done really done it
[?] walking past a nigga, now you walking past motherfucking money
[?]
We done hit up Magic
[?] money in the motherfucking [?]
Nigga talking ice
[?] summer
Nigga talking whips
Nigga I [?] out some shit, [?] talking "Shad you a trip"
Nigga talking bags
I drop a couple on a bitch
You talking 'bout "Shad you a trick, nigga"
It ain't really shit
[?]
[?] we standing on money
Y'all niggas hating on money
You fuck niggas praying on money
Y'all don't get no money
I be [?] runway
Riding in the Benz on Sunday
Strapped with the [?]
[?] out the condo
Riding with the tool in the consel
Talking 'bout [?]
I got that bitch
[?] first of the month, ho
Blunt all loud like gunsmoke
[?] blunt smoke