Chris Brown, Ludacris, Meek Mill - Mad Fo lyrics

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 that is
"You must be a hater"
Tell me why you mad fo' (Remo the Hitmaker)
Hey, listen here, Luda, we
Gotta keep it real, boy
We gon' do it like this, baby
Listen here, you know what I'm saying? Luda

Tell me what they mad fo'
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause
You be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Yeah, time to start putting grown-ass
Men on time out tell me what they mad fo'
Huh? Tell me what they mad fo'
Go to the corner and cry somewhere, man
Tell me what they mad fo'
Old insecure ass, nigga, yo
Heart pump Kool-Aid, man
Tell me what they mad fo'
What you mad at me for? Luda

Is it 'cause I got houses on every coast?
Or that I'm on that Forbes list
Makin' rich rappers look broke?
While they're blowin' that smoke, I'm
Blowin' a couple million
Makin' a killin' stuntin' on impostors
Only rapper in the game with
A Grammy and an Oscar (and the winner is)
7-figure movie deals, 8 figure bank runs
And I'm still feedin' the same
Hood that I came from (yeah)
Any car that you got, I've already drove
Any chick that you hit, my nigga
I've already hoed (I did, ow)
Say it with your chest like
These diamonds in my charm
Name on my headphones, label tatted on my arm
(oh)
Air traffic control say, "Ludacris is insane"
That niggas daughter's birthday's the tail
Number on his plane (tell 'em, real talk)
Fuck with me but nobody's fuckin' with me
Takin' a shot of my cognac, more millions
Real G's chug it with me if I'm happy
There's no reason you should be sad for
(why?) so will somebody, can somebody please

Tell me what they mad fo', ah
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good, skrrt
Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause
You be on the radio, yeah
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad fo', ha
Tell me what they mad fo'
Is you niggas hatin' 'cause you mad
Or is you mad 'cause you hatin'?
Tell me what they mad fo' choose one, hater
Tell me what they mad fo'

Now if these niggas hatin' on me
I'ma kill 'em dead
If I wasn't rappin' I'd be
Probably be in the feds
In the cell, gettin' mail
With a million dollar bail
But instead of countin' blues
I'ma take this YSL
And this Gucci, and this Louis
Prada 'cause I'm hotter
I used to ball in Philly
With that nina Iguodala
I beefs up in my Beamer
Check aboard my collar (skrrt)
And when I check my bank account
I'm checkin' for them commas
I'm like all these niggas haters
All these bitches fuckin'
At 24 I went and bought a
Ghost like it was nothin'
At 25 I bought that Aston Martin
Now we stuntin'
And you nigga still talkin'
All this money, shit, you bluffin'
You bluffin', you bluffin'
I really think you bluffin'
100, 000 dollars
Magnum bottles just crush 'em
Now tell me why you hatin'?
You hatin' 'cause you mad?
Or is you mad because you hatin'? Boy
You sad

Tell me what they mad fo'
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause
You be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad fo'
Huh, tell me what they mad fo'
Tell me what they mad fo'
Tell me what they mad fo'
Haha, look, yeah, okay

I see why you mad
I'm countin' all this money
And I'm poppin' all these
Tags, hoppin' to it, fuckin' bunnies
Real nigga, one hundred, you tryna do it
I done it i spit sick on this rap shit
Make 'em sick to they stomach
I'm clean, man, you hate
Mad 'cause I make it keep it
Real with a real nigga
I got racks on racks and a black Maybach
Call it black on black 'cause I kill niggas
In the club, all girls, no niggas
Don't talk to me 'cause I
Ain't really tryna hear niggas
In the coupe, it's the truth and the roof
Go poof, vamoose, I can make it disappear
Nigga
See this the type of shit that I be sayin'
Just because I'm ballin'
That don't mean a nigga playin'
Yup, haters can blow me like a fan
Flyer than a bitch
I don't think I'ma ever land
But in the meantime, baby, what's your plan?
You can call me daddy but
I can't be your man
Fiendin' like the addicts, when
I pull it out, they panic
Bi-bi-bitch, I do damage
You gon' need an ambulance

Tell me what they mad fo'
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause
You be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad fo'
Huh, tell me what they mad fo' showtime
Tell me what they mad fo'
Put one hand in the air if you know somebody
That's mad at you right now for no reason
Tell me what they mad fo'
Can you hear me now? Ayy

Ayy, ridin' around in my Jeep
Bumpin' that 2Pac (ayy, ayy)
I'm walkin' around in my hood
Cocked back two Glocks (bam)
98 in my status, I came back
I'm the baddest
Christian's on my feet, I told you
I'm the baddest (damn, ayy)
All the way in Paris, don't talk
You'll get embarrassed (yeah)
My watch is fuckin' up, yeah
You get embarrassed (ayy)
500 hunnid on them racks
Pulled out them stacks (get 'em, Gs)
Niggas talkin' crazy, drop top Maybachs (ow)
My life is just ludicrous, sucker
You just new to this
430's pullin' up, godddamn we do this shit
Chickens and the waffles
Chillin' in the villa
Bumpin' Ludaversal, gettin' that scrilla

Tell me what they mad fo'
Huh, come around the hood, ayy
See us sitting there looking good
Ladies and gentleman
Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause
You be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Ha, tell me what they mad fo' yuugh
Tell me what they mad fo' woo
Tell me what they mad fo' hey Luda
You know why these haters mad right?
Tell me what they mad fo'
The truth shall set you free

If you sellin' all the records and
You fuckin' all the bitches
And you sit a top of the charts
And you livin' out your wishes
With your chains all smothered and
Your watches all glittered
And your Ghost and your Phantoms
All comin' home to visit
Or maybe 'cause your bitches was
Never really your bitches
With your baby mama fuckin' every
Rapper in the business
Niggas sayin' you was better when the
Drugs was in your system
Now your crack swag gone ever
Since you came from prison
Got you tweetin' all stupid
Is you skatin', 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 missin'
Makaveli lives on so I'm
Ridin' on you bitches
Hail Mary be the witness, Lord Willin'
I was dealin'
Stupid motherfuckin' five star
Tatted on his ceilin' bulls eye
Be the motherfuckin' target
For this killin'
Ain't y'all the motherfuckers
With the millions?

Tell me what they mad fo'
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause
You be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad fo'
Huh, tell me what they mad fo'
Tell me what they mad fo'
Tell me what they mad fo'