[Chorus]

They mad at me

Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)

Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)

Pass by don't speak to the hatas (they mad at me)

House got marble floors and escalators (they mad at me)

Guess they ain't neva seen a playa (they mad at me)

My girl in Luis that and Fendi this (they mad at me)



[Verse 1]

Ain't my fault, smooth

Can't eve ride down the street without somebody screamin

The woman love me and even the fellas be teamin

But see I hate male groupies, so jus steop the hell off

Look but don't touch as I bail off, handle, wheel, and the clutch

I love what I'm doin ?? Support me and stop the hate

If I gave you 50 Gs to shut up you'd be straight

Sike, It won't happen

Look hurr I ain't jus rappin

I make it happen, like a captain, 2nd to none, I'm draftin

Holdin my own, I'm grown and do what I choose to

Ya like the blueberry Bentley

Though I ain't hurr to amuse you

I got a safe in a place you will prolly never find it

Bein mad at me like bein mad at the game

I designed it



[Chorus]



Ay, look at the rims on that car (tire screech)

Uh, dubs rub the cizzurb

Got the drink and izzerb

Floatin thought the city, man I gottz leave the subizzurb

Man, with the tvs and the wood expand, front to back

Plus and that flat flask black max, in the trunk you pump

Never take what I earn

Jus made a million plus, we got money to burn

Catch me in the quarter ?? Wit the triple arm

Hoppin out G'd up, dangling my DTP charm

Gotta get in and I'm wit it, it's a must

I talk it, you see that gold

If you want it, it's a must

You walk it

Baby blue Benz, old school, 74 hoe next to the blue and grey Rol