Why You Mad - Cassius Jay, Rich The Kid

Hopping out the Rari

I don came from the bottom

Got a whole lotta cash

Money on the table

Got money on the floor

Got money in the bag

Why you mad?

Why you mad?

Why you mad?

Why you mad?

Hopping out the Rari

I don came from the bottom

Got a whole lotta cash

Money on the table

Got money on the floor

Got money in the bag

Why you mad?

Why you mad?

Why you mad?

Why you mad?

Broke nigga wanna talk

Got money in the vault

She buy me Giuseppe, she tell me she love me…

You cuffing her, trusting her, giving her money

Why ya mad cause I came up?

Say I wouldn’t make it fuck nigga i’m famous…

Pull up in the Audi, the Rarri i’m racing

No mo' wearin Ralph Lauren

My bitch so foreign

Trap jumpin like Jordan…

How many times I told yall

I’m drinking that lean

Out the bottle in the morning…

Yung nigga I come from the hood

Flex and finesse and I juug

Rich nigga I made me a milli

My momma she told me I would

Red bottoms when I’m walking it’s a murder scene

OG gas bags light green, Listerine

I didn’t pass history

But it don’t get to me

Racking and stacking the currency…

You love her, you give her yo card

I’m in yo garage

She suck me

She getting me hard

You kissing that broad

Hopping out the Rari

I don came from the bottom

Got a whole lotta cash

Money on the table

Got money on the floor

Got money in the bag

Why you mad?

Why you mad?

Why you mad?

Why you mad?

You mad?

Or nah?

Rockstar, pull up, no guitar

I’m fucking yo bitch but you buying her cars

I ride in that Phantom, a boss

My neck and my wrist on glacier

Paper and paper, i’m relay the mayor

Shorty she know i’m a player

She thick from Jamaica

Rich nigga in the club, throwin money in the air

Broke niggas, just staring over there

Pull up in a Rarri, but you riding on a spare

My diamonds so clear

Hunnid bands my ear

I ain’t round no square

You busted yo tire

You ain’t got bus fare

By the way, these haters ain’t talm bout nothing

I’m still getting hunnids

In the mall with yo bitch

Wit yo money

I’m buying me something

Maison Margielas

And brand new Giuseppes

You still wearin Pradas

I pull up in Rari

I came from the bottom

You ride in a MARTA

Hopping out the Rari

I don came from the bottom

Got a whole lotta cash

Money on the table

Got money on the floor

Got money in the bag

Why you mad?

Why you mad?

Why you mad?

Why you mad?