What You Mad For

What you mad fo I'm putting money up For the stash tho What you mad fo Dont you wanna see a nigga Have it Had to go get it Had to reach out and grab it I be out in traffic I could neva be a sittin duck If its bout tha paper All you gotta do is hit me up I hit you when im pullin up Cant leave me waiting out side Once I get tha doe I gotta go It's that time I hit and miss I'm over here Just left from over there I'm in the city Everywhere The hood love me everywhere What you mad for We was poor now I got cash though F*ck that coach bag Baby need Louis Vuitton Ask her how she liked that Louis Vuitton I was laying down for school Unk was doing them lines Yeah I'm spitting coke Walking on a tightrope And I can handle pressure boy I Ain't Gon choke What you mad for All we ever had was hope When it was time To take a bath We ain't always have soap I'll be lying if I told you Daddy wasn't smoking dope You ain't the only one That grew up in a broken home You can't be mad cuz I'm getting my doe I worked hard for this I got scarred for this I put my all in this Barely got something back Niggas stab you in the back Just to get something you have Yea What you mad fo I'm putting money up For the stash tho What you mad fo Dont you wanna see a nigga Have it Had to go get it Had to reach out and grab it I be out in traffic I could neva be a sittin duck If its bout tha paper All you gotta do is hit me up I hit you when im pullin up Cant leave me waiting out side Once I get tha doe I gotta go It's that time Cash rules everything Around me That's why we get tha cream They aint fuckin with my team I ain't mad at you If you got a j-o-b Got to get it how you live Can't hate on me I do this shit for the streets It feel good to be free This for all my niggas That be chasing chicken like me On a mission like me Ain't making plays Less I'm getting paid Self-made Making waves Like the red sea We some Lions We got to eat You could be dead meat I'm in deep That bitch just a bag chaser But when I seen her though I told her I ain't mad at you But don't give her your bread Or she going to laugh at you I'm stacking rubber bands up For the summertime I'm like magic in his prime I'm one of a kind That nigga always keep it real I f*ck with my line If you a snitch I probably won't f*ck With your kind What you mad fo I'm putting money up For the stash tho What you mad fo Dont you wanna see a nigga Have it Had to go get it Had to reach out and grab it I be out in traffic I could neva be a sittin duck If its bout tha paper All you gotta do is hit me up I hit you when im pullin up Cant leave me waiting out side Once I get tha doe I gotta go It's that time