Mad Fo (feat. Ludacris, Chris Brown, Swizz Beat & Pusha T)

You know one thing I hate?

It's when a person come up to me or

I hear somebody say "It must be nice"

You know my answer that is "You must be a hater"

Tell me why you mad fo'

Listen here Luda,

we gotta keep it real boy, we gonna do it like this baby

Listen here, you know what I'm saying?

Tell me what they mad fo', come around the hood

See us sitting there looking good

Tell me what they mad fo' cause you be on the radio

Sounding like you made a million dollars

Tell me what they mad fo'

Time to start putting grown-ass men on time out

Go to the corner and cry somewhere man

Old insecure ass nigga, yo heart pump Kool-Aid man

What you mad at me for? Luda

Is it cause I got houses on every coast

Or that I'm on that Forbes list making rich rappers look broke

While they're blowing that smoke,

I'm blowing a couple million making a killing stunting on impostors

Only rapper in the game with a Grammy and an Oscar

7-figure movie deals, 8 figure bank runs

And I'm still feeding the same hood that I came from

Any car that you got I've already drove

Any chick that you hit, my nigga I've already ho'd

Say it with your chest like these diamonds on my charm

Name on my headphones, label tatted on my arm

Air traffic control say "Ludacris is insane"

That niggas daughter's birthday's the tail number on his plane

Fuck with me but nobody's fucking with me

Taking a shot of my cognac, more millions - real G's chug it with me

If I'm happy there's no reason you should be sad for

So will somebody, can somebody please

Tell me what they mad fo', come around the hood

See us sitting there looking good

Tell me what they mad fo' cause you be on the radio

Sounding like you made a million dollars

Tell me what they mad fo'

Ha, is you niggas hating cause you mad

Or is you mad cause you hating?

Choose one, hater

Now if these niggas hating on me I'ma kill 'em dead

If I wasn't rapping I'd be probably be in the feds

In the cell, getting mail, with a million dollar bail

But instead of counting blues, I'ma take this YSL

And this Gucci, and this Louis, Prada cause I'm hotter

I used to ball in Philly, with that nina Iguodala

I beefs up in my Beamer, check aboard my collar

And when I check my bank account, I'm checking for them commas

I'm like all these niggas haters, all these bitches fucking

At 24 I went and bought a Ghost like it was nothing

At 25 I bought that Aston Martin, now we stunting

And you nigga still talking all this money shit you bluffing

You bluffing, you bluffing, I really think you bluffing

100, 000 dollars magnum bottles we just crush 'em

Now tell me why you hating? You hating cause you mad?

Or is you mad because you hating? Boy you sad

Tell me what they mad fo', come around the hood

See us sitting there looking good

Tell me what they mad fo' cause you be on the radio

Sounding like you made a million dollars

Tell me what they mad fo'

Haha, look, yeah, okay, I see why you mad, I'm counting all this money

And I'm popping all these tags, hopping to it, fucking bunnies

Real nigga, one hundred, you tryna do it, I done it

I spit sick on this rap shit, make 'em sick to they stomach

I'm clean man, you hate,

mad cause I make it keep it real with a real nigga

I got racks on racks, and a black Maybach,

call it black on black cause I kill niggas

In the club all girls,

no niggas don't talk to me cause I ain't really tryna hear niggas

In the coupe it's the truth and the roof go

poof, vamoose, I can make it disappear nigga

See this the type of shit that I be saying

Just because I'm balling, that don't mean a nigga playing

Yup, haters can blow me like a fan

Flyer than a bitch, I don't think I'mma ever land

But in the meantime, baby what's your plan?

You can call me daddy but I can't be your man

Fiending like the addicts, when I pull it out they panic

Bitch I do damage, you gon' need an ambulance

Tell me what they mad fo', come around the hood

See us sitting there looking good

Tell me what they mad fo' cause you be on the radio

Sounding like you made a million dollars

Tell me what they mad fo'

Showtime

Put one hand in the air if you know somebody

That's mad at you right now for no reason

Riding around in my Jeep, bumping that 2Pac

I'm walking around in my hood, cocked back two Glocks

98 in my status, I came back I'm the baddest

Christian's on my feet, I told you I'm the baddest

All the way in Paris, don't talk you'll get embarrassed

My watch is fucking, yeah you get embarrassed

500 hunnid on them racks, pulled out them stacks

Niggas talking crazy, drop top Maybachs

My life is just ludicrous, sucker, you just new to this

430's pulling up, God damn we do this shit

Chickens and the waffles, chilling in the villa

Bumping Ludaversal, getting that scrilla

Tell me what they mad fo', come around the hood

See us sitting there looking good

Tell me what they mad fo' cause you be on the radio

Sounding like you made a million dollars

Tell me what they mad fo'

Yuugh

Hey Luda, you know why these haters mad for right?

The truth shall set you free

If you selling all the records and you fucking all the bitches

And you sit a top of the charts and you living out your wishes

With your chains all smothered and your watches all glittered

And your ghost and your phantoms all coming home to visit

Or maybe cause your bitches was never really your bitches

With your baby mama fucking every rapper in the business

Niggas saying you was better when the drugs was in your system

Now your crack swag gone ever since you came from prison

Got you tweeting all stupid, is you skating, is you dissing?

Found out your Ghost leased and your Phantom just rented

Won't need it in your name like Pac when he went missing

Makaveli lives on so I'm riding on you bitches

Hail Mary be the witness, Lord Willing I was dealing

Stupid motherfucking five star, tatted on his ceiling

Bullseye, be the motherfucking target for this killing

Ain't y'all the motherfuckers with the millions?

Tell me what they mad fo', come around the hood

See us sitting there looking good

Tell me what they mad fo' cause you be on the radio

Sounding like you made a million dollars

Tell me what they mad fo'