Why

Spent a bag on my wrist, yeah
 Spent a bag on my bitch, yeah
 Spent another bag on a whip, yeah
 Bank account still look lit
 Lookin' like I just hit a lick, yeah
 Still ride 'round with a stick
 Fakeness make me sick, yeah
 We get lit, get lit
 We get lit, get lit, yeah
 We get lit, make hits, yeah
 I don't ever tweak or twitch, yeah
 Bad bitches give me lip
 I got a shooter that keeps my 6, yeah
 Shooter got aim, don't miss, yeah
 I'll never worry 'bout shit, yeah
 All I care about is gettin' rich
 'Cause I got a bag to claim
 And I got M's to make
 I'm layin' low, workin' hard
 Why you so mad at me?
 Why you so mad at me?
 Why you so mad at me?
 I'm laying' low, workin' hard
 Why you so mad at me?
 Why you so?
 You can stay mad at me, I ain't even mindin' you
 Think I might take your girl without even tryin' to
 She tellin' you it's nothing 'cause she can't confide in you
 I'm givin' her everything that she couldn't find in you
 And maybe it's better that way, she knows its better my way
 I ain't got time to just chill, everytime pussy get killed
 Bringin' her pleasure, my pleasure
 I go harder under pressure
 Treat her like work and I stretch her
 She only cum if I let her
 Now she know what dealin' with the man feel like
 Came around and showed her what she can feel like
 And she love it when I let her count my racks
 I told you, I ain't never going back
 So I got a bag to claim
 And I got M's to make
 I'm layin' low, workin' hard
 Why you so mad at me?
 Why you so mad at me?
 Why you so mad at me?
 I'm layin' low, workin' hard
 Why you so mad at me?
 Why you so?
 Why you so?
 
 Why you so?
 Why you so?
 So mad