MAD AT US ft. YAHTI Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I got 99 problems, I ain't stressin' bout a bitch

I just hit the road runnin', tryna stack a couple M's

You can't see it how I see it, koi be snappin' with that lens

We been in it for a minute, I might buy my bro a Benz

I can't wait until we make it out

Give my mom a hundred thousand, fuck it, buy my mom a house

Brand new Lamborghini Urus pullin' off with zero miles

Pop out new Balenci, you can't get em, these ain't comin' out

Forty thousand, for a walkthrough, hit up Saks and fucked it up

Whole gang goin' crazy, why the fuck y'all mad at us

Down bad on my dick, I flipped the switch, I had to turn it up

I don't beef with niggas, if they broke, I came in first and they just runner ups

I ain't trickin', fuck, I look like gettin' bitches tummy tucks

I hit the bitch, she tried to stay, she gotta go, cause I ain't tryna cuddle up

Spend a bag to make a bag, I made it back and fucked it up

Teramana or the Fiji, ain't no wok up in my cup

Damn, I know y'all mad, why the fuck y'all mad at us

Switchin' up, my duffle bag, just so I can fuck em up

New Jack in the city, I ain't worried about nobody else

I might take a bitch and blow a bag, she want that new Chanel

They sayin' talk is cheap, I put Van Cleef on top of Cartier

I'm so in love with fashion, I don't cry unless they denim tears

2020 Carti frames, now I say my vision clear

I don't post my lo until I leave like I was never there

I don't beef with niggas, I said fuck it and dropped never cared

Why the fuck y'all mad at me

Bitch, I'm only 23, like Future said, I got the keys

R.I.P. to Virgil, I mix Off-White with that Louis V

Why the fuck y'all mad at me

Why the fuck y'all mad at me

These niggas trippin

Why y'all mad at me

Bro done hopped out with his bag

I'm chasin' cash, I need a couple thousand on me

Keep a couple in the stash

I hear him talkin', I ain't listenin

Bro, pay attention, before I hop out with this shit

I sent my bro, he started listenin

Man, just watch how the beat dump

She fuckin' with me, cause she know that I'ma keep up

I'm gettin' digits, niggas stackin' hella pape up

Like what the paper do

Young nigga slidin' on these beats, I'm hella capable

I just took this nigga bitch, cause that bitch lookin' takeable

Nigga, he ain't chasin' no bag, like what that paper do

What you really on? I can get it going, I'm tryin' cash out

Chasin' hella guap up, with my team, we on the cash route

Them niggas hatin', well, fuck him, dawg, I'm still gon' bring them racks out

I'm with brodie smokin', dodie , makin' plays, he ain't never crash out

Damn, I know y'all mad, why the fuck y'all mad at us

Switchin' up, my duffle bag, just so I can fuck em up