Ludacris - Mad Fo ft. Meek Mill, Pusha T, Chris Brown, Swizz Beatz (Prod by Remo The Hitmaker) (DatPiff Exclusive) | Текст песни

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• Mad Fo ft. Meek Mill, Pusha T, Chris Brown, Swizz Beatz (Prod by Remo The Hitmaker) (DatPiff Exclusive)

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
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 sayin'?

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Tell me what they mad fo'; come around the hood
See us sittin' 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'

[Ludacris]
Time to start putting grown-ass men on time out
Go to the corner and cry somehwere man
Old insecure ass nigga; yo' heart pump Kool-Aid man
What you mad at me for - Luda~!

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 makin' 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 already drove
Any chick that you hit, my nigga I've already ho'd
Say it with your chest like these diamonds on my charm
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
Taking a shot 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...

[Hook]

[Interlude: Swizz Beatz]
Tell me what they mad fo' {*3X*}

[Meek Mill]
Ha! Is you niggas hating cause you mad
Or is you mad cause you hatin'?
Choose one, hater

Now if these niggas hating on me I'mma kill them dead
If I wasn't rapping I'd be probably be in the feds
In the cell, getting mail, with a million dollar bail
But instead of counting blues, I'mma take this YSL
And this Gucci, and this Louis, Prada cause I'm hotter
I used to ball in Philly, with that nina Iguodala
I beefs up in my Beamer, 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

[Hook] + [Interlude]

[Chris Brown]
Haha, look, yeah
Ok, I see why you mad, I'm countin' all this money
And I'm popping all these tags, hoppin' to it, fuckin' bunnies
Real nigga, one hundred, you tryin' 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 sayin'
Just because I'm balling, that don't mean a nigga playin'
Haters can blow me like a fan
Flyer than a bitch, I don't think I'mma 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

[Hook] + [Interlude

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