Why You Mad

(album: Becoming King - 2013)

You get money all day
Stack money all day
Fuck bitches all night in the club with your bands out
Pop bottles till you pass out
You really bout that life, they don't do it like you
No they don't do it like you
From the whips to the hoes, you got everything locked
From the bottom to the top
We gotta let a nigga know, why you so mad?

Why you so mad?
Why you niggas so mad?
When you see me ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
When you see a nigga ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?

Uhhh, probably cause your bitches
Shocking all my niggas, we just rubber banding on figures
I laughin at you niggas, just order fifty more bottles
That's big money decisions
I do it to the strippers nigga
Throwing thirty motherfucking bands homie
I don't give a fuck, pour it up, pour it up
Champagne spilling all on my Louie's
She keep pulling on all my...
Diamonds dancing all on my jewelry, woah
Hold up, I see a hater
Roll up, I need a paper
Know what? probably a guy, she a beggar
I climb in your mom and you probably will take her, back
You wack, in fact, she remind me of Vegas
You remind me of Vega
We ain't no kin, all I do is shock her, like Blanca
This remind me of Sega, damn
Old video game ass nigga want a chain
You put ten in your chain ass, nigga lame ass
Nigga same cash nigga, make a nigga laugh
Make a nigga cry, niggas die everyday over that bullshit
The four fifth like Jordan back
The Porsche white but the Jordans black
Not my Jordans, my Jordans white
But when a nigga came around the corner black
I was on them 23′s, you see where I'm doing it at
See how I do it nigga, you know where I do it at
All these bitches throw to a nigga like a quarterback
Yeah, she throw it like a quarterback
Hater keep the change, I don't even need a quarter back
Hater keep the change, I don't even need a quarter back
Cause everytime I see you in the club

You get money all day
Stack money all day
Fuck bitches all night in the club with your bands out
Pop bottles till you pass out
You really bout that life, they don't do it like you
No they don't do it like you
From the whips to the hoes, you got everything locked
From the bottom to the top
We gotta let a nigga know, why you so mad?

Why you so mad?
Why you niggas so mad?
When you see me ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
When you see a nigga ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?

I don't know what you've been told
All my bitches rock diamonds and gold
All your hoes wanna ride, tonight
Money falling from the sky
Love the way you do it baby
Climb your ass up on that pole
Right cheek, left cheek, lose control, tonight
Money falling from the sky
Love the way you do it, don't do it like you do it baby
Love the way you do it, don't do it like you do it baby

You get money all day
Stack money all day
Fuck bitches all night in the club with your bands out
Pop bottles till you pass out
You really bout that life, they don't do it like you
No they don't do it like you
From the whips to the hoes, you got everything locked
From the bottom to the top
We gotta let a nigga know, why you so mad?

Why you so mad?
Why you niggas so mad?
When you see me ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
When you see a nigga ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?