Now They Mad - Young Dolph, Jay Fizzle

Now they mad ‘cause a nigga got the cake up

Nigga quit crying, get your weight up

Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up

Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up

If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up

Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh

Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up

Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up

Now they mad ‘cause a nigga got the cake up

Nigga quit crying, get your weight up

Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up

Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up

If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up

Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh

Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up

Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up

Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up

Hundred deep niggas in the Benz truck

I know the nigga mad, can’t stand us

Straight shittin' on these niggas, where my Pampers?

Excuse me, where my manners?

In the strip club, tipping these dancers

I done turned her into a porn actor

I just put this bitch on camera

Designer all on my feet

Designer all on my ass

Designer all on my back

I just popped these tags

My swag turned to the max

Yeen even got to ask

Ten thousand blew in the mall nigga

And I don’t even really just brag

I’m just living life

Can’t you niggas tell?

Retired selling dope

‘Cause I know these niggas gon' tell

Got four leases to my phone

Got me callin', switching cells

It’s aight, I say fuck ‘em

Suck a dick and go to hell

Now they mad ‘cause a nigga got the cake up

Nigga quit crying, get your weight up

Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up

Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up

If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up

Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh

Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up

Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up

Now they mad ‘cause a nigga got the cake up

Nigga quit crying, get your weight up

Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up

Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up

If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up

Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh

Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up

Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up

Stacks on deck, straps on deck

Paper Route Empire, nigga we the fucking best

Ferragamo shoe with the Ferragamo vest

Bitch I ain’t sagging with the Ferragamo belt

Extendo on the Glocks, and the five in the TEC

If you try to run in, guarantee you get wet

Bullets hit your back, going straight through your chest

Make one call, nigga guaranteed to get wet

Now you mad ‘cause a nigga got the cake up

Stop crying, nigga go and get your weight up

Benz strong in the Benz truck

If your numbers ain’t right then your ass out of luck

If I got a nigga with me he’s for sure gon' bust

If you see me with the chopper man your ass better duck

If the keys street, I don’t really give a fuck

Open door, I’ma spray a nigga, wet that bitch up

Turnt up on these niggas, that’s why they mad

Call it poppin' tags

Stacks off in that bag, that’s shit they never had

Rari bending corners, smoke the best of marijuana

Had business in California

Get this money my persona

Money’s all I really wanted

Now they mad ‘cause a nigga got the cake up

Nigga quit crying, get your weight up

Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up

Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up

If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up

Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh

Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up

Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up

Now they mad ‘cause a nigga got the cake up

Nigga quit crying, get your weight up

Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up

Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up

If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up

Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh

Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up

Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up