Fetty Wap - Why You Mad lyrics

[INTRO: Fetty Wap] Ayy Ayyy Yeah Baby! 1738! [HOOK: Fetty Wap] x2 Really tell me why you mad son (Why you mad, why you mad) Is it cause a n***a balling, cause a n***a getting rich You don't want to make me mad son (Nah, Nah) Cause if I pull out this Tommy I'ma let it finna rip For them bands I get you tagged son n***as come to your apartment, make your baby mother strip So you best come with that cash son I ain't trying to hear no excuses, I ain't trying to hear sh** [VERSE 1: Fetty Wap] One self starter, stayed on my grind, [?] told me don't waste no time Smoking big dope sh**, smelling like pounds I drive a foreign, and the wheels look fine n***as boring, his flow is not like mine Couple hundred just to watch my time n***as boring, his flow is not like mine A couple hundreds just to watch my time Since I was young I was jugging Nickles and dimes of the nuggets Ever since they robbed me, best believe I was bustin Smoking like a zombie, Zoo Gang my n***as or nothing [?], All my n***as'll cut to bustin Seven-ten behind me, f** n***as ain't saying nothing, Squad! [HOOK: Fetty Wap] x2 Really tell me why you mad son (Why you mad, why you mad) Is it cause a n***a balling, cause a n***a getting rich You don't want to make me mad son (Nah, Nah) Cause if I pull out this Tommy I'ma let it finna rip For them bands I get you tagged son n***as come to your apartment, make your baby mother strip So you best come with that cash son I ain't trying to hear no excuses, I ain't trying to hear sh** [VERSE 2: Shy Glizzy] You acting like a Fed, tell me why you mad Is it cause I got that bag, or it's cause I copped that Jag This [?] moves fast, they might get on your a** Can't f** her she ain't bad so ya'll can get her a** My b**h a trap queen, and my Aunt a dope fiend I'm a CEO n***a, you don't know what that means I put on my hood and feed my whole damn team I just [?], they k**ed the whole damn scene Who's these n***as, well I know they not me They don't excite me, they so plain like white tee My life is a movie, call me young Spike Lee I know why you mad, cause I just touched like 9 G's [HOOK: Fetty Wap] x2 Really tell me why you mad son (Why you mad, why you mad) Is it cause a n***a balling, cause a n***a getting rich You don't want to make me mad son (Nah, Nah) Cause if I pull out this Tommy I'ma let it finna rip For them bands I get you tagged son n***as come to your apartment, make your baby mother strip So you best come with that cash son I ain't trying to hear no excuses, I ain't trying to hear sh**