Uncle Murda - Why You Mad lyrics

(Hook) x2 When you getting money These girls be running to you Mama let my money, oh ye I'm running to you What you hating for, what you frontin for And tell me , why you mad They mad, they mad (Verse) They mad at my beamer, they mad in my porsche They mad I beat all them charges when I went to court They mad at my lawyer, he keep beatin them bodies They mad at my broad, she's so pretty with her body They mad at my money, they all actin I spending They mad at my phantom, 'cause it's mine not rent it They mad at my bracelet , they mad at my rollie They mad that I'm ballin' like LeBron and Kobe sponsored links They mad at my chopper, it be laying them down Mother married the doctor, 'cause she ain't saving the child They mad 'cause I'm the last n***a out n***a They got shine for selling like the new gawp n***a (Hook) x2 When you getting money These girls be running to you Mama let my money, oh ye I'm running to you What you hating for, what you frontin for And tell me , why you mad They mad, they mad (Verse) They mad at my jag, they mad at my ‘rarri They mad that I mill em till I got one to the army They mad at them bottles, that I got at my tables And they mad at them fifty bust that I got on my table They mad at my paper, they don't like how I stack it Mad I ain't concerns , 'cause they know that I'm packing They mad at my ill blow, they mad at my new O I get it for the love, they mad at papichulo They mad at my Louie, they mad at my Gucci They mad at my H belt that be holding my toulie They mad 'cause I'm the last n***a out n***a They got shine for selling like the new gawp n***a (Hook) x2 When you getting money These girls be running to you Mama let my money, oh ye I'm running to you What you hating for, what you frontin for And tell me , why you mad They mad, they mad (Verse) They mad I know and that's no lie , no lie I'm mad at myself, 'cause I'm so fly Murder all the polo do it I'm so high Got hennesy in my cup, your main b**h wanna f** with me Ain't going nowhere, boy you stuck to me And the bang is on my hip ye boy it's stuck to me Cracks wraps around my wrist ye my wrist is a whole key n***as tell me what you see , I know you see that No blood, but I be where them f**ing B's at No crip, but I be where them f**ing C's at And man to me, it's just money and diamonds I gotta stay shining, show knicks perfect timing (Hook) x2 When you getting money These girls be running to you Mama let my money, oh ye I'm running to you What you hating for, what you frontin for And tell me , why you mad They mad, they mad