Why U Mad?
Why you so mad?
Why these hoes mad?
Why you so mad?
Why these hoes mad?
Why you so mad
I'm in my bag
Don't got time for the lil chit chat
If it ain't 'bout a stack then I won't hit back
Tell these hoes relax for they ass get smacked
They can get the smoke like a loud pack (Uh huh)
Bitch I'm so rude with the clap back (Uh huh)
No competing when I'm in another tax brack (Uh huh)
Pop a nigga shit he a hashtag
Oh my god
Got these hoes mad though (Mad though)
Cause they niggas wanna take me to the bando (Bando)
Trap shit got me counting all the pesos (Pesos)
Roll his blunts let him hit it he a fan though (Fan though)
They say I'm an asshole I know (I know)
But an asshole with a bankroll
Tell them niggas lay low no promo (Promo)
For they ass end up with a halo
They know (Woo)
I ain't the one to fuck with (Fuck with)
Take my kindness for weakness
And now you on that bum shit (Bum shit)
Never gotta talk shit (Talk shit)
Make 'em dance for the gram
Hollow tips make 'em run quick (Run quick)
Not your average rap chick
Hot girl shit like fish grease (Fish grease)
Sitting on degrees
Double my fees
Dog ass hoes eating pedigree (Eating pedigree)
In my own lane
They can't even get close to me
Sick of broke hoes talking down to me
Put your money where your mouth at then we'll see
If you 'bout that life
You a joke to me (Bum ass bitch)
Born and raised in that gutta (In that gutta)
Came out my momma a hustler (Hustler)
Never do deals with a sucka
All these hoes opps and they working undercover
I know
Tell me why you mad?
Why these hoes mad?
Tell me why you mad?
Why these niggas mad?
Tell me why you mad?
Got these hoes mad
Tell me why you mad?
Got these niggas mad
Ain't with the drama (Ain't with the drama)
No time for the games (No time for the games)
Done with the lames
Matter fact ion member your name (Who this)
These hoes ain't dope (Ain't dope)
Take a toke of the dro overdose (Overdose)
Jump rope when I spit that coke
Eyes low move slow from the haze I blow (I blow)
I'm so scandalous
Ms. Olivia Pope
Counting my bread by the loaf
Let's make a toast
Forever doing the most
Bitch I feel like I'm the goat
I'm driving the boat (Woo)
Stick talk with a scope
Dragging these hoes by they coat
Foot on they throat
Watching my enemies close
Hoping I make it to coast
Got these hoes mad
Tell me why you mad?
Why these hoes mad?
Tell me why you mad?
Why these niggas mad?
Tell me why you mad?
Got these hoes mad
Tell me why you mad?
Got these niggas mad
Why these hoes mad?
Why you so mad?
Why these hoes mad?
Why you so mad
I'm in my bag
Don't got time for the lil chit chat
If it ain't 'bout a stack then I won't hit back
Tell these hoes relax for they ass get smacked
They can get the smoke like a loud pack (Uh huh)
Bitch I'm so rude with the clap back (Uh huh)
No competing when I'm in another tax brack (Uh huh)
Pop a nigga shit he a hashtag
Oh my god
Got these hoes mad though (Mad though)
Cause they niggas wanna take me to the bando (Bando)
Trap shit got me counting all the pesos (Pesos)
Roll his blunts let him hit it he a fan though (Fan though)
They say I'm an asshole I know (I know)
But an asshole with a bankroll
Tell them niggas lay low no promo (Promo)
For they ass end up with a halo
They know (Woo)
I ain't the one to fuck with (Fuck with)
Take my kindness for weakness
And now you on that bum shit (Bum shit)
Never gotta talk shit (Talk shit)
Make 'em dance for the gram
Hollow tips make 'em run quick (Run quick)
Not your average rap chick
Hot girl shit like fish grease (Fish grease)
Sitting on degrees
Double my fees
Dog ass hoes eating pedigree (Eating pedigree)
In my own lane
They can't even get close to me
Sick of broke hoes talking down to me
Put your money where your mouth at then we'll see
If you 'bout that life
You a joke to me (Bum ass bitch)
Born and raised in that gutta (In that gutta)
Came out my momma a hustler (Hustler)
Never do deals with a sucka
All these hoes opps and they working undercover
I know
Tell me why you mad?
Why these hoes mad?
Tell me why you mad?
Why these niggas mad?
Tell me why you mad?
Got these hoes mad
Tell me why you mad?
Got these niggas mad
Ain't with the drama (Ain't with the drama)
No time for the games (No time for the games)
Done with the lames
Matter fact ion member your name (Who this)
These hoes ain't dope (Ain't dope)
Take a toke of the dro overdose (Overdose)
Jump rope when I spit that coke
Eyes low move slow from the haze I blow (I blow)
I'm so scandalous
Ms. Olivia Pope
Counting my bread by the loaf
Let's make a toast
Forever doing the most
Bitch I feel like I'm the goat
I'm driving the boat (Woo)
Stick talk with a scope
Dragging these hoes by they coat
Foot on they throat
Watching my enemies close
Hoping I make it to coast
Got these hoes mad
Tell me why you mad?
Why these hoes mad?
Tell me why you mad?
Why these niggas mad?
Tell me why you mad?
Got these hoes mad
Tell me why you mad?
Got these niggas mad
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Writer(s): Ebony Holman
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