[Intro]
Yaaa (Why you mad?)
Yaaa (Why you mad?)
Wooo
Yaaa (Why you mad?)
Yaaa (Why you mad?)
Yaaaa
(Why you mad?)

[Chorus]
Tell that hoe, why you mad
Why you mad?
I hit the mall, I do my dance
And then I hop out do the dash
Tell that hoe, why you mad?
Why you mad?
I just might go out to France
I might buy your man a Benz
Tell that hoe, why you mad?

[Verse 1]
Check my shoes, check my jeans, check my shirt
I come in first
Ain't talking corporate when I say my n***a selling work
And nah, nah you ain't got to dig it, but we do the dirt
I hit the dash, and then I skirt my n***as moving first
Who ain't first, call like Gucci bird, who is her
I told them do not come around here, this my universe
Fendi purse, switch it up on me
She only trying to come around to fuck my n***as fucking her
Bitch you so broke, getcho' dough, I got mo'
All my n***as out here selling dope, so we can stay and float
If you need me, you can meet me, I'll be at the corner store
And I got it on the low, all these bitches, they some hoes
Wait, I am the goat, your hoe only good for the dope
She said her n***a don't want me, so tell me why her n***a hitting my phone
I'ma just flex till I'm old, 30k for a coat, petty for no long, borrow your man like a loan
Then tell him to leave me alone