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 (lit now) Lookin' like I just hit a lick, yeah Still ride 'round with a stick (stick now) Fakeness make me sick, yeah We get lit, get lit (lit now) 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 six, 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?) Why you so mad at me? (Why you so mad?) Why you so mad at me? (Why you so mad?) I'm laying' low, workin' hard Why you so mad at me? (Why you so mad?) 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 it's better my way I ain't got time to just chill, every time p***y 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 (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?) Why you so mad at me? (Why you so mad?) Why you so mad at me? (Why you so mad?) I'm laying' low, workin' hard Why you so mad at me? (Why you so mad?) Why you so? Why you so? Why you so? Why you so? So mad --- Why - anders