why you mad?

How you mad I'm getting this cash

Where I come from, this shit different, we got used to being in last

I was a youngin' screaming bingo at some basic, that shit sad

Now my wrist, it look like Christmas, I'm just saying I ain't trying to brag

Never was lazy, I got up when she told me to take out the trash

I'm a hustler, got it from my daddy, I swear I can never crash

Booted up, he off them percs, said he got them for his back

She been talking down on my name and starting to make me mad, huh, step walk

Niggas in they feelings ain't get no money, boy that's your fault

She attached to me, I give her game, I don't throw salt

You don't give it like I give it, lay that smack down, yeah, she call me raw

I'm silent around these niggas, I don't trust them, I don't ever talk