King Los - Why You Mad lyrics

Gettin' money all day, stack money all day
Fuck bitches all night
In the club with your bands out
Pop bottles til you pass out
You really bout that life
They don't do it like you
No they don't do it like you
From the whips to the hoes
You let everything lie
From the bottom to the top
Well damn let a nigga know
Why you so mad, why you so mad
Why you niggas so mad
When you see a nigga ball
You really want me fall off
Wanna see me doin' bad, why you so mad
Why you so mad
Why you so mad when you see a nigga ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doin' bad, why you so mad

Ohhh, probably cause yo bitches
Jockin' all of my niggas
Bitches rubber bandin' them figures
Ah ahhhhhhh laughin' at you niggas
Just ordered fifty more bottles
That's big money decisions, ah ahhhhhhh
I'll go in, turn up, strippers, nigga
Throw it
Thirty, mother, fuckin', bands, homie
I don't give a, fuck, pour it up
Champagne spilled on all of my Louis
She keep pullin' all on my True Re's
Diamonds dancin' all on my jewelry
Whoa, hold up, I see a hater, roll up
I need a paper
Know what, probably a Garcia Vega
I climb in ya mom and
You probably'll take her back, you whack
In fact she remind me of Vegas
You remind me of Vega, well you know Ken?
All I do is shock her
(Shaka) , like Blanka, this remind me of Sega
Damn, ol' video game ass nigga
One chain equal ten of yo chains ass
Nigga lame ass, nigga same cast
Make a nigga laugh make a nigga cry
Niggas die every day over that bull shit
The four fifth like Jordan back
The Porsche white but the Jordan's black
Not my Jordans my Jordans was white
But when a nigga came round that corner black
I was on them 23's
You see what I'm doin' to that
You see how I do it nigga you
Know where I do it at
All these bitches throw it to
A nigga like a quarterback
Yeah she throw it like a quarterback
Here to keep the change
I don't even need a quarter back
Cause everytime I see you in the club, you

Gettin' money all day, stack money all day
Fuck bitches all night
In the club with your bands out
Pop bottles til you pass out
You really bout that life
They don't do it like you
No they don't do it like you
From the whips to the hoes
You let everything lie
From the bottom to the top
Well damn let a nigga know
Why you so mad, why you so mad
Why you niggas so mad
When you see a nigga ball
You really want me fall off
Wanna see me doin' bad, why you so mad
Why you so mad
Why you so mad when you see a nigga ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doin' bad, why you so mad

I don't know what you've been told, but
All my niggas rock diamonds and gold, and
All yo hoes, wanna ride, tonight
Money fallin' from the sky
I love the way you do it baby
Climb yo ass up on that pole
Right cheek, left cheek, lose control
Tonight, money fallin' from the sky
Love the way you do it
They don't do it like you do it baby
Love the way you do it
They don't do it like you do it baby

Gettin' money all day, stack money all day
Fuck bitches all night
In the club with your bands out
Pop bottles til you pass out
You really bout that life
They don't do it like you
No they don't do it like you
From the whips to the hoes
You let everything lie
From the bottom to the top
Well damn let a nigga know
Why you so mad, why you so mad
Why you niggas so mad
When you see a nigga ball
You really want me fall off
Wanna see me doin' bad, why you so mad
Why you so mad
Why you so mad when you see a nigga ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doin' bad, why you so mad