feat. Meek Mill, Chris Brown, Swizz Beatz, Pusha T
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 to that is 'you must me a hater'
Tell me why you mad for
Listen Luda we gotta keep it real, boy
We gonna do it like this baby
Listen here you know what I'm saying
Tell me what they mad for
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad for
'Cause you be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad for
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Time to start putting grown-a** men on time out
Go to the corner and cry somewhere, man
Old insecure a** n***a
Your heart pump Kool-Aid, man
What you mad at me for?
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 hoed
Say it with your chest like these diamonds on my tongue
Name on my headphones, label tatted on my arm
Air traffic control say 'Ludacris is insane'
That n***a's daughter's birthday is the tail number on his plane
f** with me but nobody f**ing with me
Take in the sight of my cognac, more millions
Real G's chug it with me
If I'm happy there's no reason you should be sad foe
So will somebody, can somebody please
Tell me what they mad for
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad for
'Cause you be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
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'mma k** them dead
If I wasn't rapping I'd be probably be in the fifth
In the cell, getting mail, with a million dollar bail
But instead of counting blues, I'mma take this YSL
And this Gucci, and this Louis, Prada 'cause I'm hotter
I used to ball in Philly, with that Nina and get dollars
I peace out 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 man, them 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
Tell me what they mad for
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad for
'Cause you be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
Ok, 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 trying to do it, I done it
I spit sick on this rap sh**
Make them sick to their stomach
I'm clean man, you hating
Mad 'cause I'm gonna 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 tryina 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
Yeah, 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 gonna need an ambulance
Tell me what they mad for
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad for
'Cause you be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
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 on them racks, pull out them stacks
Lips talking crazy, drop top Maybachs
My life is just Ludacris, s**er you just new to this
430s pulling up, goddamn we do this sh**
Chickens and the waffles, chilling in the villa
Bumping Ludaversal, getting that scrilla
Tell me what they mad for
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad for
'Cause you be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
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 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 dissin'
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
Bulls eye, be the motherf**ing target for this k**ing
Ain't y'all the motherf**ers with the millions?
Tell me what they mad for
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad for
'Cause you be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for