Don’t Be Madd lyrics

[Intro: Ralo & Boosie Badazz]
Yeah, Famgoon, Boosie Badazz
I’d be mad too

[Verse 1: Ralo]
I drop the top on the b*tch, 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 sh*t from Akhbar
Every dollar I get, I break that sh*t down to new
I never [?] with a crew, I look out for my n*ggas
They gonna make sh*t 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 b*tch I got something to say
And if you ain’t here to help me then get yo’ ass out my way

[Chorus: Ralo & Boosie Badazz]
I’d be mad too, yeah, I'd be mad (sh*t, you know, if I was broke as f*ck I’d be mad at him)
I’d be mad too (sh*t, 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 f*ck my whip, they wanna give me a ticket, yeah (Boosie Badazz)
[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
Oh you mad, well n*gga 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
b*tches see me and they shout, they love that di*k, they c*mming
Why you mad, you could f*ck the same hoes you was giving some money
Get out your feelings, sweating my di*k won’t make you no millions
I’d probably be mad if I couldn’t take care of my children, rock all you b*tches
But the shoe’s, on the other feet, remember you can’t f*ck with me
Every n*gga ‘round me got bodies, I’m talking two or three
Ralo we got guapo and these rap n*ggas ain’t you or me
We put it in they face so they can see

[Chorus: Ralo]
I’d be mad too, yeah, I'd be mad (sh*t, you know, if I was broke as f*ck I’d be mad at him)
I’d be mad too, yeah (sh*t, 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 f*ck my whip, they wanna give me a ticket

[Verse 3: Ralo]
Old mad ass n*gga you stressing I know you mad as f*ck
I just turned a b*tch down in the club and she was bad as f*ck
Don’t look at my wrist that b*tch gon’ make a n*gga eye hurt
Ahk sh*t, we poppin’ sh*t, but never poppin’ fireworks
I walked inside the club and I hurt these n*ggas feelings yeah
If I f*ck your b*tch, she gon' finally f*ck a millionaire
I'm the type of n*gga, f*ck a b*tch, just to say I f*cked her
She can say I lied and sh*t, but she can never say I loved her
She can never take back that day that she sucked this di*k, yeah
And I can never take back that day that I paid her rent, yeah
I know that n*gga mad as f*ck, your b*tch [?]
I ain't ever ran for no man, I ran and bagged her
[Chorus: Ralo]
I’d be mad too, yeah, I'd be mad (sh*t, you know, if I was broke as f*ck I’d be mad at him)
I’d be mad too, yeah (sh*t, 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 f*ck my whip, they wanna give me a ticket, yeah