Dee Watkins - Make Em Mad lyrics

[Intro] Nile, I hear you [Chorus] Uh, ayy, I'm fly as hell, that sh*t don't make no sense (It don't make no sense) Ayy, I cut my old b*tch off, she made me sick, uh, uh (That b*tch made me sick) Ayy, I ran it up, put twenty on my wrist (Twenty on my wrist) I was broke as fu*k, I had to get it fixed (Ayy, ayy) Ayy, every song I drop, it be a hit, uh (Every song I drop) Ayy, I fell in love with blockin' me a b*tch, uh, ayy Get that money, show yo' ass, talk yo' sh*t, uh, uh (Talk yo' sh*t) Get a bag, make 'em mad, make 'em pissed, ayy [Verse 1] I like toxic b*tches, baby girl, you ain't my type, uh If I think you bad I might put you on a flight, uh Police pulled me over, he ain't еxpect I knew my rights, uh They say lifе's a gamble, take a chance, roll the dice, uh (Let's go) I just got that bag in, ballin' just like Madden I be off them Percocets, I feel like an addict Gucci, Louis, Fendi on my body, ain't average You won't catch me trippin' 'bout no b*tch if I'da had it Why this ni**a acting like a b*tch just like it's Mad Men? (Just like it's Mad Men) He got on the road and went out singing just like Brandy (Singing just like Brandy) She don't wanna fu*k with me no more, said she can't stand me (She can't stand me) Tick tock, diamonds on my neck, look how they dancing (Ayy, let's go) [Chorus] Ayy, I'm fly as hell, that sh*t don't make no sense (It don't make no sense) Ayy, I cut my old b*tch off, she made me sick, uh, uh (Made me sick) Ayy, I ran it up, put twenty on my wrist (My wrist) I was broke as fu*k, I had to get it fixed, uh (Had to get it fixed) Ayy, every song I drop, it be a hit, uh (Every song I drop) Ayy, I fell in love with blockin' me a b*tch, uh, ayy (Block her) Get that money, show yo' ass, talk yo' sh*t, uh, uh (Talk yo' sh*t) Get a bag, make 'em mad, make 'em pissed, uh [Verse 2] Johnny Dang diamonds on my neck, it's a light show She a bad b*tch in real life without no lipo Aw, I said, "I love you", baby girl, that was a typo Every ni**a wit' me 'bout to crash, call Geico (Let's go) I can get you stepped on, ni**a, it ain't nothin' I ain't talkin' 'bout no dirt bike but I be clutchin' Better watch yo' tone 'cause I'm not no one to be fu*ked with Every ni**a wit' me special ed, they on that dumb sh*t [Chorus] Ayy, I'm fly as hell, that sh*t don't make no sense Ayy, I cut my old b*tch off, she made me sick, uh, uh Ayy, I ran it up, put twenty on my wrist, uh I was broke as fu*k, I had to get it fixed, uh Ayy, every song I drop, it be a hit, uh Ayy, I fell in love with blockin' me a b*tch, uh, ayy Get that money, show yo' ass, talk yo' sh*t, uh, uh Get a bag, make 'em mad, make 'em pissed, uh