Huh? Why y´all gotta be mad at me? Mustard on the beat, ho
[Ty Dolla $ign]
Top down, shirt open ´cause I´m hot now 100K for the smile, quit the hatin´ when we come ´round And they all bet we gon´ stop It only wears up when we go We don´t get enough, no, no Why you mad at us, mad at us? Why you mad at us, mad at us? Why you mad at us, mad at us? Why you mad at us, mad at us?
[Wiz Khalifa] Okay Know your weight, I should motivate, I got more to make Sorry for the wait, know your place, say she love the taste Y´all don´t wanna race, my new whip straight from outer space
New bitch bad, yours outta shape I know why they mad, ´cause they down bad She call you her nigga, but she call me daddy Wonder why I´m always posting´ shit I´m buyin´, laughin´ You be posted up in IG, sad Puff, puff, pass, shawty so bad Had to get her number, she had so much ass Give good brain, but she don´t go to class Drink it out the bottle, she don´t want no glass My bankroll´s bigger than your mans (Yeah, yup) My watch look sicker than your mans (Yeah, yup) If I ain´t take time just to flex girl, I wouldn´t be the nigga that I am
[Ty Dolla $ign & Megan Thee Stallion] Top down, shirt open ´cause I´m hot now 100K for the smile, quit the hatin´ when we come ´round
And they all bet we gon´ stop It only wears up when we go We don´t get enough, no, no Why you mad at us, mad at us? Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Aah) Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Hey) Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Hey)
[Megan Thee Stallion] I´m poppin´ tags, I ain´t taggin´ hoes Rich, what I´m mad for? I don´t wanna fight, but if you runnin´ up, then I´m draggin´ hoes Why you think I want you, boo? Who the fuck you talkin´ to? I would never ever fuck a nigga who would fuck with you Bitch, I´m expensive, my hair and nails cost a ticket
You wanna fuck with me, book me, you talking´ shit, but ain´t at me And I ain´t droppin´ no addy, you can´t know where I live I got a whole lot of cheese and I don´t need rats at the crib I´m a bad bitch, and you a mad bitch Put the baddest bitch next to Megan, I make her average Bitch, I´m in a drop-top coupe goin´ fastest The rich nigga skrrt behind me, I´ma but my back in I got him real heated, I know he wanna fuck me, but I only let him eat it And every time he send a long text, I never read it I see how hard she tryin´, but your girl will never beat me
Ah, mwah
[Ty Dolla $ign] Top down, shirt open ´cause I´m hot now 100K for the smile, quit the hatin´ when we come ´round And they all bet we gon´ stop It only wears up when we go We don´t get enough, no, no Why you mad at us, mad at us? Why you mad at us, mad at us? Why you mad at us, mad at us? Why you mad at us, mad at us?