Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Why You Mad , by - Cassius Jay. Release date: 20.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Why You Mad |
| Hopping out the Rari |
| I don came from the bottom |
| Got a whole lotta cash |
| Money on the table |
| Got money on the floor |
| Got money in the bag |
| Why you mad? |
| Why you mad? |
| Why you mad? |
| Why you mad? |
| Hopping out the Rari |
| I don came from the bottom |
| Got a whole lotta cash |
| Money on the table |
| Got money on the floor |
| Got money in the bag |
| Why you mad? |
| Why you mad? |
| Why you mad? |
| Why you mad? |
| Broke nigga wanna talk |
| Got money in the vault |
| She buy me Giuseppe, she tell me she love me… |
| You cuffing her, trusting her, giving her money |
| Why ya mad cause I came up? |
| Say I wouldn’t make it fuck nigga i’m famous… |
| Pull up in the Audi, the Rarri i’m racing |
| No mo' wearin Ralph Lauren |
| My bitch so foreign |
| Trap jumpin like Jordan… |
| How many times I told yall |
| I’m drinking that lean |
| Out the bottle in the morning… |
| Yung nigga I come from the hood |
| Flex and finesse and I juug |
| Rich nigga I made me a milli |
| My momma she told me I would |
| Red bottoms when I’m walking it’s a murder scene |
| OG gas bags light green, Listerine |
| I didn’t pass history |
| But it don’t get to me |
| Racking and stacking the currency… |
| You love her, you give her yo card |
| I’m in yo garage |
| She suck me |
| She getting me hard |
| You kissing that broad |
| Hopping out the Rari |
| I don came from the bottom |
| Got a whole lotta cash |
| Money on the table |
| Got money on the floor |
| Got money in the bag |
| Why you mad? |
| Why you mad? |
| Why you mad? |
| Why you mad? |
| You mad? |
| Or nah? |
| Rockstar, pull up, no guitar |
| I’m fucking yo bitch but you buying her cars |
| I ride in that Phantom, a boss |
| My neck and my wrist on glacier |
| Paper and paper, i’m relay the mayor |
| Shorty she know i’m a player |
| She thick from Jamaica |
| Rich nigga in the club, throwin money in the air |
| Broke niggas, just staring over there |
| Pull up in a Rarri, but you riding on a spare |
| My diamonds so clear |
| Hunnid bands my ear |
| I ain’t round no square |
| You busted yo tire |
| You ain’t got bus fare |
| By the way, these haters ain’t talm bout nothing |
| I’m still getting hunnids |
| In the mall with yo bitch |
| Wit yo money |
| I’m buying me something |
| Maison Margielas |
| And brand new Giuseppes |
| You still wearin Pradas |
| I pull up in Rari |
| I came from the bottom |
| You ride in a MARTA |
| Hopping out the Rari |
| I don came from the bottom |
| Got a whole lotta cash |
| Money on the table |
| Got money on the floor |
| Got money in the bag |
| Why you mad? |
| Why you mad? |
| Why you mad? |
| Why you mad? |