Don't Be Madd - Ralo, Boosie Badazz

Yeah, Famgoon, Boosie Badazz

I’d be mad too

I drop the top on the bitch, 60k on my wrist

And if you talking 'bout money, put my name on that list

I give my a kiss, but I ain’t kissing no

Don’t ever shoot and you miss, 'cause if you miss that’s your life

I spent a million on jewelry, I spent a million on cars

I spent two million for Pakistan, that shit from Akhbar

Every dollar I get, I break that shit down to new

I never with a crew, I look out for my niggas

They gonna make shit on straight, I tell 'em eat and you ate

Don’t ever tell me you love me, I know that love turn to hate

They ask me why I keep rapping bitch I got something to say

And if you ain’t here to help me then get yo' ass out my way

I’d be mad too, yeah, I’d be mad (shit, you know, if I was broke as fuck I’d be

mad at him)

I’d be mad too (shit, if I ain’t had nothing going on like he ain’t got nothing

going on, I’d be mad at him)

I’d be mad, yeah

I know that they was sure we doing bad I know I made them mad

They know I keep a pocket full of cash I’m never chasing that

They know I keep them shooters with me they will never catch me slip

The police come to fuck my whip, they wanna give me a ticket, yeah

(Boosie Badazz)

Oh you mad, well nigga look

I’m a gangster, I’m a crook

Shoot you down in broad daylight, I don’t play by the book

My wrist look like the chandeliers in Tyler Perry’s house

Stomp you, I’ll deal with it later, we gon' take the scary route

Bitches see me and they shout, they love that dick, they cumming

Why you mad, you could fuck the same hoes you was giving some money

Get out your feelings, sweating my dick won’t make you no millions

I’d probably be mad if I couldn’t take care of my children, rock all you bitches

But the shoe’s, on the other feet, remember you can’t fuck with me

Every nigga 'round me got bodies, I’m talking two or three

Ralo we got guapo and these rap niggas ain’t you or me

We put it in they face so they can see

I’d be mad too, yeah, I’d be mad (shit, you know, if I was broke as fuck I’d be

mad at him)

I’d be mad too, yeah (shit, if I ain’t had nothing going on like he ain’t got

nothing going on, I’d be mad at him)

I know that they was sure we doing bad I know I made them mad

They know I keep a pocket full of cash I’m never chasing that

They know I keep them shooters with me they will never catch me slip

The police come to fuck my whip, they wanna give me a ticket

Old mad ass nigga you stressing I know you mad as fuck

I just turned a bitch down in the club and she was bad as fuck

Don’t look at my wrist that bitch gon' make a nigga eye hurt

Ahk shit, we poppin' shit, but never poppin' fireworks

I walked inside the club and I hurt these niggas feelings yeah

If I fuck your bitch, she gon' finally fuck a millionaire

I’m the type of nigga, fuck a bitch, just to say I fucked her

She can say I lied and shit, but she can never say I loved her

She can never take back that day that she sucked this dick, yeah

And I can never take back that day that I paid her rent, yeah

I know that nigga mad as fuck, your bitch

I ain’t ever ran for no man, I ran and bagged her

I’d be mad too, yeah, I’d be mad (shit, you know, if I was broke as fuck I’d be

mad at him)

I’d be mad too, yeah (shit, if I ain’t had nothing going on like he ain’t got

nothing going on, I’d be mad at him)

I know that they was sure we doing bad I know I made them mad

They know I keep a pocket full of cash I’m never chasing that

They know I keep them shooters with me they will never catch me slip

The police come to fuck my whip, they wanna give me a ticket, yeah