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toohda band$ - why you mad lyrics

[intro]
all these n+ggas mad ’cause i’m gettin’ some money, n+gga
(d+mn, machu, why’d you have to do ’em like that?)
yeah

[verse]
how you mad ’cause i’m gettin’ a bag?
for all them n+ggas hated on me, i’m on n+ggas’ ass
catch that n+gga out in public, make that n+gga crash
every time i catch an opp, they turnin’ into flash
i ain’t runnin’ from a thing unless you work for task
i told my youngin, “‘fore you do it, better wear a mask”
in the trap cookin’ work, they tappin’ on the glass
for all the sh+t that i was doing, i thought i’d never rap
police tried to take me out, but look, i made it back
n+ggas sour ’bout my music, they just hate the facts
mad that i’m gettin’ racks
mad i pulled up in that
mad ’cause they b+tch screamin’, “hayes,” i hit it from the back
she asked me how i know the game, i grew up in the trap
on frontline with them k!llers, i ain’t never left
give a f+ck about the peons, you ain’t cut my check
play it cool with a n+gga, still’ll cut your neck
i used to shoot a basketball until i upped the tec
nah, we ain’t have a water fight, but we leave n+ggas wet
i’ma put you on a chain, on a n+gga neck
all i know is fast money, i’ma chase a check
free my dogs out the kennel, i’m like, “f+ck the vet”
pop the door, we flee the scene, we in the fastest ‘cat
we ain’t trippin’ ’bout no hoes, bruh, we passin’ that
hood n+gga in the ‘burbs, like, imagine that
they say i’m sloppy with the money, i’m just goin’ up
if you got diamonds on your wrist, my n+gga, hold it up
this for them n+ggas kept it solid, never folded up
he a gangster in the streets, the county rolled it up
your mans died, he some pressure, i just rolled him up
your b+tch said she wanna l!ck me, she just rolled me up
n+ggas mad they b+tch talkin’ and they spoke me up
i got the buffies straight from hutch, he really froze me up
[outro]
they say i’m sloppy with the money, i’m just goin’ up
if you got diamonds on your wrist, my n+gga, hold it up
this for them n+ggas kept it solid, never folded up
he a gangster in the streets, the county rolled it up
your mans died, he some pressure, i just rolled him up
your b+tch said she wanna l!ck me, she just rolled me up
n+ggas mad they b+tch talkin’ and they spoke me up
i got the buffies straight from hutch, he really froze me up
ayy, boogie
what’s up, n+gga, you feelin’ me, man?
it’s like a motherf+ckin’ sp+ceship, man
you got the, um
you feelin’ me yet, man?
you got gold vvs’s on this motherf+cker
for sure, man, let me take you for a little spin, man
show you what it feel like
nah, i gotta go make these drop+offs, man
yo, you think you the only one out here workin’, b?
i gotta make drop+offs too, b
come on, man, get in, man, i ain’t takin’ no for an answer, man

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