Why You Mad

[Hook] Gettin' money all day, stack money all day Fuck bitches all night, in the club with your bands out Pop bottles til you pass out, you really bout that life They don't do it like you, no they don't do it like you From the whips to the hoes, you let everything lie From the bottom to the top, well damn let a nigga know Why you so mad, why you so mad, why you niggas so mad When you see a nigga ball, you really want me fall off Wanna see me doin' bad, why you so mad, why you so mad Why you so mad when you see a nigga ball, really want me fall off Wanna see me doin' bad, why you so mad [Verse 1] Ohhhhhh, probably cause yo bitches, jockin' all of my niggas Bitches rubber bandin' them figures, ah ahhhhhhh Laughin' at you niggas, just ordered fifty more bottles That's big money decisions, ah ahhhhhhh I'll go in, turn up, strippers, nigga, throw it Thirty, mother, fuckin', bands, homie, I don't Give a, fuck, pour it up, champagne spilled on all of my Louis She keep pullin' all on my True Re's, diamonds dancin' all on my jewelry Whoa, hold up, I see a hater, roll up, I need a paper Know what, probably a Garcia Vega, I climb in ya mom and you probably'll take her Back, you whack, in fact she remind me of Vegas You remind me of Vega, well you know Ken? All I do is shock her (Shaka), like Blanka, this remind me of Sega Damn, ol' video game ass nigga, one chain equal ten of yo chains ass Nigga lame ass, nigga same cast, make a nigga laugh make a nigga cry Niggas die every day over that bull shit The four fifth like Jordan back, the Porsche white but the Jordan's black Not my Jordans my Jordans was white, but when a nigga came round that corner black I was on them 23's, you see what I'm doin' to that You see how I do it nigga you know where I do it at All these bitches throw it to a nigga like a quarterback Yeah she throw it like a quarterback, here to keep the change I don't even need a quarter back Cause everytime I see you in the club, you [Hook] [Bridge] I don't know what you've been told, but All my niggas rock diamonds and gold, and All yo hoes, wanna ride, tonight Money fallin' from the sky I love the way you do it baby Climb yo ass up on that pole Right cheek, left cheek, lose control Tonight, money fallin' from the sky Love the way you do it They don't do it like you do it baby Love the way you do it They don't do it like you do it baby [Hook]