What You Mad For

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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

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