Ace Hood - Why You Mad? lyrics

[Intro - Ace Hood] Mister Hood Well alright [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Now little n***a I'm big sh** Big whips on two six Fault n***as, I don't deal with them Them real n***as going to feel this f** n***as that talk a lot f** n***as that talking back Other n***as that ain't around But they quick to jump on your jock See Carter n***as I chill with Known for toting them big clips Run your mouth, you're too long around These n***as hitting that k** switch See money what I been about f** b**hes, no handouts Do this sh** with my pen down Guarantee that I tear down See that's all that they get from me Bubble gum in this bag of lean Bouncing up on that trampoline Riding off in that tangerine About the cost of my pinky ring Feet draped in that Louis V. Duffle bag when I'm over seas Get a flick when you see a G n***a diamonds all on my neck and wrist f** a n***a that's hating me Hottest n***a you know about it Never needed no gasoline n***a fly, n***a I been this Swag off the hinges Don't believe my word of mouth Just go and ask them b**hes [Chorus - Ace Hood] Now why you mad? I'm getting bands I got a chauffeur homie, you in the van I hear them hating holmes, I understand Now watch me ball, stay in the stands Now why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? Now why you mad? Why you mad? They say I'm arrogant That's why you mad? [Verse 2 - Gucci Mane] They hostile like a little child They fragile, I'm agile I'm too cold, let me tell you something n***a stop all because I'm iced out Hold up, Chris find this Your highness, I'm shining Got a gold touch like Midas My rock be the tightest You want to bite me Probably want to fight me I woke up in an igloo I'm always be icy Strapped up like Birdman, and Lil Wayne, and Mack Maine I'm Gucci Mane, I'm off the chain I have no go license Cigarette in my Lambo' Man in my Ferrari Call it Fast and Furious They furious, I'm sorry Curious, she choosing Looking at my pockets Mine full of them hundreds Baby it's no problem It's Gucci