Young Buck - Mad Or Nah lyrics

[Hook: Young Buck] This what she put her Louboutins on to This what she play when she cheatin' on you This why she buy Hermes belts and Birkin bags to All my exes, you mad or nah, boo? [Verse 1: Young Buck Baby, if we hang tonight, even if I ain't your type Bet when you wake up in the morning I just changed your life Your woman represent you, my mama raised me right Make sure her Alexander McQueen is fittin' her tight Aight, got you lookin' s**y in Giuseppes The last b**hes slipped up, they know they should've kept me Now your game done stepped up Your n***a "like why you left me?" See me in the background when you took a selfie Don't do no stressin', baby, that type of sh** ain't healthy If you need help with your bills then just tell me You got a girlfriend, it's cool, y'all can share me A couple of bad b**hes never scared me, I'm with that You seen them new Celine bags, you can get that Try this Versace on and see if you can fit that Shawty said it's not about designer names I'm just tryna introduce you to the finer things [Hook: Young Buck] This what she put her Louboutins on to This what she play when she cheatin' on you This why she buy Hermes belts and Birkin bags to All my exes, you mad or nah, boo? It's still love there You know it's still love there I'm just f**in' with these other girls [Verse 2: Kidd Kidd] I don't want a good girl, I can't help it, I'm ghetto All your followers on Instagram doesn't make you special You gotta understand that I come from nothin' Off the back I be thuggin', you got my back or you frontin' You in it for the money or the prize at the end We play the game to win, that's why you lay with him But you don't see his hands when I'm in between your thighs [?] mine when I'm deep inside Pray he asleep when you creep inside Give me head, looked me dead in the eyes Asked do I got b**hes on the side Let's keep it strictly business, no ties No lie, baby, yeah I do, they just not you I know you hear a lot of sh** about me, that's not true I'm playin' with some change, don't let that change you You say you want a gangsta because your man ain't one Life ain't a pretty picture, girl, but we can paint one, for real [Hook: Young Buck] This what she put her Louboutins on to This what she play when she cheatin' on you This why she buy Hermes belts and Birkin bags to All my exes, you mad or nah, boo? It's still love there You know it's still love there I'm just f**in' with these other girls [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] Poppin' tags, she smilin' so hard her face hurt She bird off bouncin' in a Jason Wu miniskirt She keep 'em Birkins on deck, n***a She got the same bag that's on Oprah show And got the same Celine bag B got And got the same Hermes bag Ri got Gold bags from Louis out in Paris Your b**h don't got this, it's not in the US Yeah, and it ain't trickin' if you got it Alexander McQueen clutch match her wallet I said the girl is a fashionista She said Gucci played out like gettin' fresh on Easter [Hook: Young Buck] This what she put her Louboutins on to This what she play when she cheatin' on you This why she buy Hermes belts and Birkin bags to All my exes, you mad or nah, boo? It's still love there You know it's still love there I'm just f**in' with these other girls