AWA

Mad Fo' (feat. Meek Mill, Chris Brown)

Track byLudacris

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  • 2015.01.30
  • 3:06
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You know one thing I hate It's when a person come up to me Or I hear somebody say "it must be nice" You know my answer that Is "You must me a hater" Tell me why you mad fo Listen Luda we gotta keep it real boy We gonna do it like this baby Listen here you know what I'm saying Tell me what they mad fo Come around the hood See us sitting there looking good Tell me what they mad fo Cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo, hah? Tell me what they mad fo Tell me what they mad fo Tell me what they mad fo Time to start putting grown-ass men on time out Go to the corner and cry somewhere man Old insecure ass nigga Your heart pump Kool-Aid man What you mad at me for Is it cause I got houses on every coast Or that I'm on that Forbes list making rich rappers look broke While they're blowing that smoke I'm blowing a couple million Making a killing stunting on impostors Only rapper in the game with a Grammy and an Oscar 7-figure movie deals, 8 figure bank runs And I'm still feeding the same hood that I came from Any car that you got I've altready drove Any chick that you hit, nigga I've already ho'd Say it with your chest like these diamonds on my tongue Name on my headphones, label tatted on my arm Air traffic control say "Ludacris is insane" That niggas daughter's birthday's the tail number on his plane Fuck with me but nobody's fucking with me Take in the sight of my cognac, more millions Real G's chug it with me If I'm happy there's no reason you should be sad for So will somebody, can somebody please... Tell me what they mad fo Come around the hood See us sitting there looking good Tell me what they mad fo Cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo, hah? Tell me what they mad fo Tell me what they mad fo Tell me what they mad fo Ha! Is you niggas hating 'cause you mad Or is you mad 'cause you hating? Choose one, hater Now if these niggas hating on me I'm a kill them dead If I wasn't rapping I'd be probably be in the fifth In the cell, getting mail, with a million dollar bail But instead of counting blues, I'm a take this YSL And this Gucci, and this Louis, Prada 'cause I'm hotter I used to ball in Philly, with that nina and get dollars I beefs up in my Bimmer, check aboard my collar And when I check my bank account I'm checking for them commas I'm like all these niggas haters, all these bitches fucking At 24 I went and bought a Ghost like it was nothing At 25 I bought that Aston Martin, now we stunting And you nigga still talking all this money shit you bluffing You bluffing, you bluffing, I really think you bluffing 100, 000 dollars man them bottles we just crush 'em Now tell me why you hating? You hating 'cause you mad? Or is you mad because you hating, boy you sad Tell me what they mad fo Come around the hood See us sitting there looking good Tell me what they mad fo Cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo, hah? Tell me what they mad fo Tell me what they mad fo Tell me what they mad fo Ok, I see why you mad, I'm counting all this money And I'm popping all these tags, Hopping to it, Fucking bunnies Real nigga, One hundred You trying to do it, I done it I spit sick on this rap shit Make them sick to they stomach I'm clean man, you hate Mad 'cause I'm gonna keep it real with a real nigga I got racks on racks, and a black Maybach Call it black on black, cause I kill niggas In the club all girls, no niggas don't talk to me 'Cause I ain't really trynna hear niggas In the coupe it's the truth And the roof go poof, vamoose I can make it disappear nigga See this the type of shit that I be saying Just because I'm balling, that don't mean a nigga playing Haters can blow me like a fan Flyer than a bitch, I don't think I'm a ever land But in the meantime, baby what's your plan You can call me daddy but I can't be your man Fiending like the addicts, when I pull it out they panic Bitch I do damage, you gonna need an ambulance Tell me what they mad fo Come around the hood See us sitting there looking good Tell me what they mad fo Cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo, hah? Tell me what they mad fo Tell me what they mad fo Tell me what they mad fo Showtime Put one hand in the air if you know somebody That's mad at you right now for no reason Riding around in my jeep Bumping that 2pac I'm walking around in my hood Cocked back two glocks 98 in my status I came back I'm the baddest Christian's on my feet I told you I'm the baddest All the way in Paris Don't talk you'll get embarrassed My watch is fucking nice Yeah you get embarrassed 500 on them racks, Pulled out them stacks Mix this chocolate crazy Droptop Maybachs My life is just Ludacris Sucka you just new to this 430s pulling up God damn we do this shit Chickens and the waffles Chilling in the villa Bumping Ludaversal Getting that scrilla Tell me what they mad fo Come around the hood See us sitting there looking good Tell me what they mad fo Cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo, hah? Tell me what they mad fo Tell me what they mad fo Tell me what they mad fo Yuck! Hey Luda, you know why these haters mad fo right? The truth shall set you free If you sellin' all the records and you fuckin' all the bitches And you sit a top of the charts and you livin' out your wishes With your chains all smothered and your watches all glittered And your ghost and your phantoms all comin' home to visit Or maybe cause your bitches was never really your bitches With your baby mama fucking every rapper in the business Niggas saying you was better when the drugs was in your system Now your crack swag gone ever since you came from prison Got you tweeting all stupid, is you skatin', is you dissin' Found out your Ghost leased and your Phantom just rented Won't need it in your name like Pac when he went missing Makaveli lives on so I'm riding on you bitches Hail Mary be the witness, Lord Willin' I was dealing Stupid motherfucking five star, tatted on his ceiling Bullseye, be that motherfucking target for this killing Ain't y'all the motherfuckers with the millions? Tell me what they mad fo Come around the hood See us sitting there looking good Tell me what they mad fo Cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo, hah? Tell me what they mad fo Tell me what they mad fo Tell me what they mad fo

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