Ludacris - Mad Fo lyrics

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 sponsored links 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