Mike Jaxx and Yung Cel - Mad (feat. Pablo Banzz)

Play it for me...
Play it for me, Jaxx
Niggas mad got the cash
Rack it up hold the stacks
Niggas mad at the gang
Spitting facts got the rings
Think of the future fuck the past
Just like wolves protect the pack
Niggas mad niggas mad
Niggas mad niggas mad
Niggas mad I got cash
Y'all so trash get the bag
Y'all so mad oh so sad
Just out bad get the racks
Treat it like leaves then take it back
All on my sleeve lookin like a tat
Collect the cheese call me a rat
On no games just like Jaxx
Fly so high wings on my back
Fuel up my gas staying on track
Keepin it 100 staying on charge
Yes my family still at large
How you get a fish with out no rod
I'm just here praying to god
I'm all perfect without no flaws
Ain't no cap this shit raw
Niggas mad niggas mad
Niggas mad
I sit back
I relax
Smoke this gas
Count this cash
Why these haters at my feet
I'm just watching them I laugh
I got your bitch up in my sheets
Niggas mad bitches bad
Niggas mad
Niggas mad I got racks
I've been counting up my cash
Got a bag in the back
All these niggas like to act
But they trash and they cap
So I gotta keep a mask
If they ask I'ma snap
I've been smoking up gas
These niggas mad and that's just facts
I don't even got to brag
Or show my cash to know I'm stacked
All These bitches washed like rags
They on my dick but not my lap
If you really think that's bad
Then you just mad that there's a gap
Hey
Niggas mad niggas mad
Niggas mad
I sit back
I relax
Smoke this gas
Count this cash
Why these haters at my feet
I'm just watching them I laugh
I got your bitch up in my sheets
Niggas mad bitches bad
Put them in a hearse
Real south nigga I'll put you in the dirt
Oh this nigga mad because I fucked his bitch
Nigga I fucked that hoe off a perc
Oh this bitch mad cause I ain't spend shit
Shawty must ain't even know her worth
Shawty probably been that way since birth
I'm just a young nigga repping that turf
Hey
Yea
I'm pushing P with my whole gang
I bust it down she would Plain Jane
Head game crazy but I stay sane
Hey
Yea
These niggas mad because my bag way bigger
Better not creep because my hand on the trigger
I'm having stripes like my name Tigger
Hey
Niggas mad niggas mad
Niggas mad
I sit back
I relax
Smoke this gas
Count this cash
Why these haters at my feet
I'm just watching them I laugh
I got your bitch up in my sheets
Niggas mad bitches bad

Written by:
Marcel Colon Jr., Michael Colon, Trevion Banks

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