Mad Fo Paroles

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'
Yeah, Time to start putting grown-ass men on time out
Go to the corner and cry somewhere, 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 makin' rich rappers look broke?
While they're blowin' that smoke, I'm blowin' a couple million, makin' a killin' stuntin' 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 feedin' 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 hoed
Say it with your chest like these diamonds on my charm Takin' 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

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'
Ha, is you niggas hatin' 'cause you mad
Or is you mad 'cause you hatin'?
Choose one, hater

Now if these niggas hatin' on me, I'ma kill 'em dead
If I wasn't rappin' I'd be probably be in the feds
In the cell, gettin' mail, with a million dollar bail
But instead of countin' blues, I'ma 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 checkin' for them commas
I'm like all these niggas haters, all these bitches fuckin'
At 24 I went and bought a Ghost like it was nothin'
At 25 I bought that Aston Martin, now we stuntin'
And you nigga still talkin' all this money, shit, you bluffin'
You bluffin', you bluffin', I really think you bluffin'
100,000 dollars, magnum bottles we just crush 'em
Now tell me why you hatin'? You hatin' 'cause you mad?
Or is you mad because you hatin'? 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'
Haha, look, yeah, okay

I see why you mad, I'm countin' all this money
And I'm poppin' all these tags, hoppin' to it, fuckin' bunnies
Real nigga, one hundred, you tryna do it, I done it
I spit sick on this rap shit, make 'em sick to they stomach
I'm clean, man, you hate, mad 'cause I make it 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 tryna 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 ballin', that don't mean a nigga playin'
Yup, haters can blow me like a fan
Flyer than a bitch, I don't think I'ma ever land
But in the meantime, baby, what's your plan?
You can call me daddy but I can't be your man
Fiendin' like the addicts, when I pull it out, they panic
Bitch, I do damage, you gon' 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'
Showtime
Put one hand in the air if you know somebody
That's mad at you right now for no reason

Ayy, ridin' around in my Jeep, bumpin' that 2Pac
I'm walkin' 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 fuckin' up, yeah, you get embarrassed
500 hunnid on them racks, pulled out them stacks
Niggas talkin' crazy, drop top Maybachs
My life is just ludicrous, sucker, you just new to this
430's pullin' up, godddamn we do this shit
Chickens and the waffles, chillin' in the villa
Bumpin' Ludaversal, gettin' 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'
Yuugh, woo
Hey Luda, you know why these haters mad 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 fuckin' every rapper in the business
Niggas sayin' you was better when the drugs was in your system
Now your crack swag gone ever since you came from prison
Got you tweetin' 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 missin'
Makaveli lives on so I'm ridin' on you bitches
Hail Mary be the witness, Lord Willin', I was dealin'
Stupid motherfuckin' five star, tatted on his ceilin'
Bulls eye, be the motherfuckin' target for this killin'
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'