Pi’erre Bourne - Mad lyrics

Yea, everybody's mad at me (yea, yea)
I don't know, yea why you mad for, mad for?
Yea, yea, yea

Yea, yea, yea my mama mad at me, yea
Mama chill, I need them dollar bills
Yea, I'm down south for the summer
It's the morning, yea your son tryna come up
Yea yea, I'm swear I'm good out here
Yea, I got the shooters on speed dial
Yea, I'm like Gandhi, I make peace around
Yea, everybody know me now

Broke bitch broke nigga
Come get it, bum nigga
I'm with hard bitches rolling my, blunts
She sucked me long, got me having so much fun
Gold digger wanna have my son
Rise and Shine
I'm on the ground before the sun
I'm the one, and for me
Ain't no way he harder than me

Yea, everybody mad at me
Tell me why you mad for, mad for?
Tell me why you mad for, mad for?
Everybody mad at me
Cause them niggas hating on me
Yea, they always hating on me
They always hating on me
Tell me why you mad at me