Los - Why You Mad (prod. by J. Oliver) (DatPiff Exclusive) | Текст песни

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• Why You Mad (prod. by J. Oliver) (DatPiff Exclusive)

[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]
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

[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]
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

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