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Letra : Mad

(Perfect)
Yeah, yeah, woah

'Member back then I was broke, I ain't had nothing
Now I'm wearing Louis V up at the functions
They was hating now they cannot tell me nothing
Did this on my own, turned nothing into something
I know that you mad, mad, mad
You know that you broke, get a bag, bag, bag
Yeah, you hate, you a fan, see this ice up in my hands
I'ma make it, got a plan, I don't think they understand

Baby, yeah, let's go, go, go, go
Hit up after hit, I'm on the road, road, road, road
I can't never love up on no ho, ho, ho, ho
Got this money but I want some more
Baby, I can't understand you
You said that you love me 'cause you had too
All I think about is you
I just copped me a lil' coupe
Taking down the roof
If you ain't with it, g?t the boot, yeah, yeah
You can't get these bands
I wear half a K, yeah, right up on my hand
If you talking down on me, you better watch your mans
I'ma up that fire, I got that stick, man, it don't jam
Yeah, yeah, I cannot feel this pain
Girl, you got me thinking in the rain
Ever since you left me I ain't never felt the same
Now I just be making all this money in my lane
You got me thinking
Yeah, my heartaches just be sinking
I can't believe what you did to me
I just close my eyes and I just wanna fall asleep
Open your eyes
Girl, you got me thinking 'bout your love
I just wanna see you smile
I miss giving you these kisses and hugs
'Member back then I was broke, I ain't had nothing
Now I'm wearing Louis V up at the functions
They was hating now they cannot tell me nothing
Did this on my own, turned nothing into something
I know that you mad, mad, mad
You know that you broke, get a bag, bag, bag
Yeah, you hate, you a fan, see this ice up in my hands
I'ma make it, got a plan, I don't think they understand

'Member back then I was broke, I ain't had nothing
Now I'm wearing Louis V up at the functions
They was hating now they cannot tell me nothing
Did this on my own, turned nothing into something
I know that you mad, mad, mad
You know that you broke, get a bag, bag, bag
Yeah, you hate, you a fan, see this ice up in my hands
I'ma make it, got a plan, I don't think they understand