After Platinum Records - Why You Mad lyrics

[Hook] Gettin' money all day, stack money all day f** b**hes all night, in the club with your bands out Pop bottles til you pa** out, you really bout that life They don't do it like you, no they don't do it like you From the whips to the hoes, you let everything lie From the bottom to the top, well damn let a n***a know Why you so mad, why you so mad, why you n***as so mad When you see a n***a ball, you really want me fall off Wanna see me doin' bad, why you so mad, why you so mad Why you so mad when you see a n***a ball, really want me fall off Wanna see me doin' bad, why you so mad [Verse 1] Ohhhhhh, probably cause yo b**hes, jockin' all of my n***as b**hes rubber bandin' them figures, ah ahhhhhhh Laughin' at you n***as, just ordered fifty more bottles That's big money decisions, ah ahhhhhhh I'll go in, turn up, strippers, n***a, throw it Thirty, mother, f**in', bands, homie, I don't Give a, f**, pour it up, champagne spilled on all of my Louis She keep pullin' all on my True Re's, diamonds dancin' all on my j**elry Whoa, hold up, I see a hater, roll up, I need a paper Know what, probably a Garcia Vega, I climb in ya mom and you probably'll take her Back, you whack, in fact she remind me of Vegas You remind me of Vega, well you know Ken? All I do is shock her (Shaka), like Blanka, this remind me of Sega Damn, ol' video game a** n***a, one chain equal ten of yo chains a** n***a lame a**, n***a same cast, make a n***a laugh make a n***a cry n***as die every day over that bull sh** The four fifth like Jordan back, the Porsche white but the Jordan's black Not my Jordans my Jordans was white, but when a n***a came round that corner black I was on them 23's, you see what I'm doin' to that You see how I do it n***a you know where I do it at All these b**hes throw it to a n***a like a quarterback Yeah she throw it like a quarterback, here to keep the change I don't even need a quarter back Cause everytime I see you in the club, you [Hook] [Bridge] I don't know what you've been told, but All my n***as rock diamonds and gold, and All yo hoes, wanna ride, tonight Money fallin' from the sky I love the way you do it baby Climb yo a** up on that pole Right cheek, left cheek, lose control Tonight, money fallin' from the sky Love the way you do it They don't do it like you do it baby Love the way you do it They don't do it like you do it baby [Hook]