NAV, Metro Boomin - Mad lyrics
NAV [Navraj Singh Goraya] Toronto, Ontario, Canada 🇨🇦
Metro Boomin [Leland Tyler Wayne]
[NAV, Metro Boomin - Mad lyrics]
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Your diamonds don't sparkle like this
(Bling) yellow diamonds, sparkly piss (yeah)
I got your bands on my wrist (yeah)
I spent your rent on my kicks (yeah)
I bought a mink for my bitch (yeah)
Fuck your bitch just for the kick (yeah)
Got some Molly, I'm taking a pinch (yeah)
Pour it up, yeah, I got six zips (yeah)
Every song a hit, I don't ever miss
I just want to fuck, I don't want to kiss
Pay my shooter well, he hit, don't miss
Never thought I would live a life like this
(I'm ballin') bought my mama a crib
She can't believe what i did
You live at your mama's crib
You a baby, she should get you a bib
I got some drink, everybody gon' sip?
But I brought the pints, so I got first dibs
Every time I dress, wearin' brand-new shit
Got a new bitch, and she got new tit's
Sold my car, got a brand-new whip
Used to share a strap, got a brand-new fifth
Try me, get shot with a brand-new clip
You wanted fame, now you on a news clip
(yeah)
Bought some designer
Didn't fit and I still won't take it back
I ain't had shit, now I got the things I
Thought I'd never have
Watch you ball for too long
Had to go inside my bag
Didn't want to pull up
Now when I come through I make 'em mad
Twenty bottles on my tab, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'm postin' everything i grab, yeah
Make you watch me blow a bag, yeah
Got my riches, came from rags, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
Went from maxin' credit cards
To holding racks, oh, yeah
Used to shop at Champs but now
I shop at Saks, oh, yeah
I was down, but now I'm turnt
Up to the max, oh, yeah
I snipe your bitch, she see the
XO on my back, oh, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad
Know you hate to see me pop tags
You honkin' while I'm driving fast
Your card declined, I'm paying cash
I knew that I was the man
When I started buyin' rubber bands
My back pockets, thirty grand
My front pockets full of grams
I drank a four, I can't stand
No drugs, I ain't making plans
I'm doing shit you can't stand
Got Molly, white, brown, tan
I'm buying Supreme and Off White
My bitches light, brown, tan
I got tired of the broke life
I'm just glad I took a chance
Bought some designer
Didn't fit and I still won't take it back
I ain't had shit, now I got the things I
Thought i'd never have
Watch you ball for too long
Had to go inside my bag
Didn't want to pull up
Now when I come through I make 'em mad
Twenty bottles on my tab, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'm postin' everything i grab, yeah
Make you watch me blow a bag, yeah
Got my riches, came from rags, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
Bought some designer
Didn't fit and I still won't take it back
I ain't had shit, now I got the things I
Thought i'd never have
Watch you ball for too long
Had to go inside my bag
Didn't want to pull up
Now when I come through I make 'em mad
Twenty bottles on my tab, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'm postin' everything i grab, yeah
Make you watch me blow a bag, yeah
Got my riches, came from rags, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Your diamonds don't sparkle like this
(Bling) yellow diamonds, sparkly piss (yeah)
I got your bands on my wrist (yeah)
I spent your rent on my kicks (yeah)
I bought a mink for my bitch (yeah)
Fuck your bitch just for the kick (yeah)
Got some Molly, I'm taking a pinch (yeah)
Pour it up, yeah, I got six zips (yeah)
Every song a hit, I don't ever miss
I just want to fuck, I don't want to kiss
Pay my shooter well, he hit, don't miss
Never thought I would live a life like this
(I'm ballin') bought my mama a crib
She can't believe what i did
You live at your mama's crib
You a baby, she should get you a bib
I got some drink, everybody gon' sip?
But I brought the pints, so I got first dibs
Every time I dress, wearin' brand-new shit
Got a new bitch, and she got new tit's
Sold my car, got a brand-new whip
Used to share a strap, got a brand-new fifth
Try me, get shot with a brand-new clip
You wanted fame, now you on a news clip
(yeah)
Bought some designer
Didn't fit and I still won't take it back
I ain't had shit, now I got the things I
Thought I'd never have
Watch you ball for too long
Had to go inside my bag
Didn't want to pull up
Now when I come through I make 'em mad
Twenty bottles on my tab, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'm postin' everything i grab, yeah
Make you watch me blow a bag, yeah
Got my riches, came from rags, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
Went from maxin' credit cards
To holding racks, oh, yeah
Used to shop at Champs but now
I shop at Saks, oh, yeah
I was down, but now I'm turnt
Up to the max, oh, yeah
I snipe your bitch, she see the
XO on my back, oh, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad
Know you hate to see me pop tags
You honkin' while I'm driving fast
Your card declined, I'm paying cash
I knew that I was the man
When I started buyin' rubber bands
My back pockets, thirty grand
My front pockets full of grams
I drank a four, I can't stand
No drugs, I ain't making plans
I'm doing shit you can't stand
Got Molly, white, brown, tan
I'm buying Supreme and Off White
My bitches light, brown, tan
I got tired of the broke life
I'm just glad I took a chance
Bought some designer
Didn't fit and I still won't take it back
I ain't had shit, now I got the things I
Thought i'd never have
Watch you ball for too long
Had to go inside my bag
Didn't want to pull up
Now when I come through I make 'em mad
Twenty bottles on my tab, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'm postin' everything i grab, yeah
Make you watch me blow a bag, yeah
Got my riches, came from rags, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
Bought some designer
Didn't fit and I still won't take it back
I ain't had shit, now I got the things I
Thought i'd never have
Watch you ball for too long
Had to go inside my bag
Didn't want to pull up
Now when I come through I make 'em mad
Twenty bottles on my tab, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'm postin' everything i grab, yeah
Make you watch me blow a bag, yeah
Got my riches, came from rags, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah