MAD AT US Lyrics

Yeah, juggle the money, I throw it up

Juggle the money, uh, juggle the money

Uh, ayy, juggle the money, I throw it up

Juggle the money, let's go, okay

Juggle the money, I throw it up

Sprite with the liquor, let's pour it up

Gucci pants I keep the strap tucked

Pullin' up right in the Acura

You look so mad as you mad at us

Look so mad as you mad at us

No reason to be mad at us

Choppa talk, yeah, let's go and chat it up

Money in my clothes like I'm Padded up

Just finished school, yeah, graduate

Used to sip lean out a double cup

Now I sip liquor, it's cheaper

No, no, I do not need her

But I'm gon' fuck for one night, then I leave her

Double G on me, a shirt in my sleeves, huh

Big guns too, I'm like the Grim Reaper

But I do not carry a scythe

Scope on a gun, no snipe

Chop it off right in the car like a knife

I got too high before my flight

While we was flyin', I thought I'm gon' die

The flight attendant said it's gon' be alright

But is it gon' be alright

Is it gon' be alright

Is it gon' be

Am I gon' be alright

Am I gon' be alright

Shit, lil' bitch, I've been up all night

On my grind

Been up all night

On my grind

Searchin for shit I find

Only shit that I find

Juggle the money, I throw it up

Sprite with the liquor, let's pour it up

Gucci pants I keep the strap tucked

Pullin' up right in the Acura

You look so mad as you mad at us

So mad as you mad at us

Ballin so hard on a black top

Big gun look like black ops

Big ol' car, yeah, that's the trackhawk

Pull up on me, lil' bitch, back off

Keep me a gun, right in the slacks ah

Yeah, that's the shotty, that bitch sawed off

Sawed off, yeah, there ain't no barrel

My closet hold Gucci and Louis apparel

Fly like a bird, I feel like a herald

Yo, bitch, sit next to me in a Camaro

Yeah, right next to me in Camaro, the SS

Yeah, let's go,

Juggle the money, I throw it up

Sprite with the liquor, let's pour it up

Gucci pants I keep the strap tucked

Pullin' up right in the Acura

You look so mad as you mad at us

Look so mad as you mad at us

No reason to be mad at us

No reason to be mad at us

Just finished school, graduate

Uh, yeah, gun talk, yeah, let's go chat it up

Uh, yeah, uh

No reason to be mad at us

Lil' bitch, fuck, you mad at us