Why You Mad? Lyrics - Ace Hood

Mister Hood 

Well alright 

Now little nigga I'm big shit 

Big whips on two six 

Fault niggas, I don't deal with them 

Them real niggas going to feel this 

Fuck niggas that talk a lot 

Fuck niggas that talking back 

Other niggas that ain't around 

But they quick to jump on your jock 

See Carter niggas I chill with 

Known for toting them big clips 

Run your mouth, you're too long around 

These niggas hitting that kill switch 

See money what I been about 

Fuck bitches, no handouts 

Do this shit 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 

Nigga diamonds all on my neck and wrist 

Fuck a nigga that's hating me 

Hottest nigga you know about it 

Never needed no gasoline 

Nigga fly, nigga I been this 

Swag off the hinges 

Don't believe my word of mouth 

Just go and ask them bitches 

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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? 

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They hostile like a little child 

They fragile, I'm agile 

I'm too cold, let me tell you something 

Nigga 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