They Mad Lyrics

I ain't got my lighter and shit yeah

Short ass niggas in the booth before me man

Gotta lift the mic up and shit but you know

It's good

Mmm they mad they mad they mad they mad

Why they mad why they mad why they mad

These niggas ain't bout it I swear that they wildin

They got way too much room in they wallet

Pass money now I stack up that knowledge

Keep it lil' bitch she got way too much mileage

And the only language that I speak is Guala

Blast on I'ma take off like a rocket

You ain't talkin' money you ain't talkin' nota

The man in my pockets and by the side

I just needed it and I dropped out of college

My daddy didn't stop me from rockin' Prada

SRT beat it with me now I'm ridin' Charger

And he stopped me from fuckin' your baby mama

Ain't no love on the whole you can say the drama

I just flamed at the booth I just made a song

I lit the gas in the coupe and now I'm a goner

It's a shame you ain't doin' the shit you wanna

Went from kickin' the dope in the kitchen corner

They was cleanin' and soapin' now we performin

It's a hefty feat just to see me perform

I'm like Steph in the three you can see the forms

It's a blessing to me when I see the sun

Always knew that one day I would be the one

Too much pride in my body for me to run

Never seen a true G when you meet me

They still mad I be hittin' they bitches I'm feelin' sad

Got this shit in the bag I'm still glad

Never slippin' I'm cockin' a steel bag

Steady hustlin' get to a real bag

Wanna hit on a player I don't feel that

Thinkin' that I fell off and don't get to the door

No more nigga I promise I'm still there

I be ballin' on niggas in my pajamas

And you do what you can

I do what I wanna promise you I'm the man

I don't need a woman but I promise I call her

And she be running

I don't get why these niggas mad

I told you I get why they mad

And that's what I call her I promise I she be ready

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Got this shit in the bag I'm still glad

I'm still glad

Pay the hustlers and get you a real bag

Get you a real bag

I promise you I'm the man

I don't need a woman but I promise I call her and she be running