Mad
Mad
Got them haters real mad yuh yuh
I'm tryna get it all that money gotta stack it tall
I gotta get in my bag
I gotta go get cash
I got the haters real mad oh
I got the haters real mad
Mad mad I got em' all real mad
Tick tick boom I'm bout to blow let's set it off
Sweep em' like a broom 4 and 0 I'm going off
You don't really wanna play with me I know your musics ass
Now you wanna throw shade at me I'll put you in the grass
Jealousy make a nigga talk oh
I don't even wanna talk leave my ass alone
You just like a lost pup go and fetch a bone
All bark no bite boy you better watch yo tone
I don't use a pen cuz' I ain't like these clones
Write for what? Write for what?
Bitch it's all off the dome
Hop on the mic and I'm out this world E.T phoning home
Put that moon rock in my blunt yeah a nigga rolling stone
Squid ass nigga acting like he want this chrome
Future future
You claim to be the future but you're really unknown
In this room with all these walls screaming "I'm all alone"
I go wall to wall but I'm not C Breezy
Never said that this shit was easy
But I don't walk around like I'm the bees knees
Sike this shit a breeze I'm lying huh
This shit a breeze I'm lying huh
Blessed like a sneeze huh achoo
I'm lighting you up like I'm Pikachu
I'm tryna get it all that money gotta stack it tall
I gotta get in my bag
I gotta go get cash
I got the haters real mad oh
I got the haters real mad
Mad mad I got em' all real mad
Tick tick boom I'm bout to blow let's set it off
Sweep em' like a broom 4 and 0 I'm going off
You don't really wanna play with me I know your musics ass
Now you wanna throw shade at me I'll put you in the grass
Haha
Bitch
Yuh
Huh huh
Bitch