Chris Brown - Mad Fo lyrics

[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 be a hater” Tell me why you mad fo' Listen here Luda, we gotta keep it real boy, we gonna do it like this baby Listen here, you know what I'm saying? [Hook: Swizz Beatz] 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' [Verse 1: Ludacris] Time to start putting grown-a** men on time out Go to the corner and cry somewhere man Old insecure a** n***a, 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 making a k**ing 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 n***a 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 n***as daughter's birthday's the tail number on his plane f** with me but nobody's f**ing 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: Swizz Beatz] 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' [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Ha, is you n***as hating cause you mad Or is you mad cause you hating? Choose one, hater Now if these n***as hating on me I'ma k** 'em 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'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 checking for them commas I'm like all these n***as haters, all these b**hes f**ing At 24 I went and bought a Ghost like it was nothing At 25 I bought that Aston Martin, now we stunting And you n***a still talking all this money sh** you bluffing You bluffing, you bluffing, I really think you bluffing 100,000 dollars magnum 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: Swizz Beatz] 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' [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Haha, look, yeah, okay, I see why you mad, I'm counting all this money And I'm popping all these tags, hopping to it, f**ing bunnies Real n***a, one hundred, you tryna do it, I done it I spit sick on this rap sh**, make 'em sick to they stomach I'm clean man, you hate, mad cause I make it keep it real with a real n***a I got racks on racks, and a black Maybach, call it black on black cause I k** n***as In the club all girls, no n***as don't talk to me cause I ain't really tryna hear n***as In the coupe it's the truth and the roof go poof, vamoose, I can make it disappear n***a See this the type of sh** that I be saying Just because I'm balling, that don't mean a n***a playing Yup, haters can blow me like a fan Flyer than a b**h, 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 b**h I do damage, you gon' need an ambulance [Hook: Swizz Beatz] 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' [Verse 4: Swizz Beatz] Showtime Put one hand in the air if you know somebody That's mad at you right now for no reason Riding around in my Jeep, bumping that 2Pac I'm walking around in my hood, co*ked 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 embarra**ed My watch is f**ing, yeah you get embarra**ed 500 hunnid on them racks, pulled out them stacks n***as talking crazy, drop top Maybachs My life is just ludicrous, s**er, you just new to this 430's pulling up, God damn we do this sh** Chickens and the waffles, chilling in the villa Bumping Ludaversal, getting that scrilla [Hook: Swizz Beatz] 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' [Verse 5: Pusha T] Yuugh Hey Luda, you know why these haters mad for right? The truth shall set you free If you selling all the records and you f**ing all the b**hes And you sit a top of the charts and you living out your wishes With your chains all smothered and your watches all glittered And your ghost and your phantoms all coming home to visit Or maybe cause your b**hes was never really your b**hes With your baby mama f**ing every rapper in the business n***as saying you was better when the d** was in your system Now your crack swag gone ever since you came from prison Got you tweeting all stupid, is you skating, is you dissing? Found out your Ghost leased and your Phantom just rented Won't need it in your name like Pac when he went missing Makaveli lives on so I'm riding on you b**hes Hail Mary be the witness, Lord Willing I was dealing Stupid motherf**ing five star, tatted on his ceiling Bullseye, be the motherf**ing target for this k**ing Ain't y'all the motherf**ers with the millions? [Hook: Swizz Beatz] 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'