Mad Or Nah

[Intro: Young Buck]

It's the Unit

Independent ladies, where you at?

Oh, we gon' party tonight, HA!

This what she put her Louboutins on to

This what she play when she cheatin' on you

This why she buy Hermés belts and Birkin bags too

All my exes, you mad or nah, boo?

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

Baby, if we hang tonight, even if I ain't your type

Bet when you wake up in the morning I just changed your life

Your woman represent you, my mama raised me right

Make sure her Alexander McQueen is fittin' her tight

Aight, got you lookin' sexy in Giuseppes

The last bitches slipped up, they know they should've kept me

Now your game done stepped up

Your nigga "like why you left me?"

See me in the background when you took a selfie

Don't do no stressin', baby, that type of shit ain't healthy

If you need help with your bills then just tell me

You got a girlfriend, it's cool, y'all can share me

A couple of bad bitches never scared me, I'm with that

You seen them new Céline bags, you can get that

Try this Versace on and see if you can fit that

Shawty said it's not about designer names

I'm just tryna introduce you to the finer things

[Chorus: Young Buck]

This what she put her Louboutins on to

This what she play when she cheatin' on you

This why she buy Hermés belts and Birkin bags too

All my exes, you mad or nah, boo?

It's still love there

You know it's still love there

I'm just fuckin' with these other girls

[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]

I don't want a good girl, I can't help it, I'm ghetto

All your followers on Instagram doesn't make you special

You gotta understand that I come from nothin'

Off the back I be thuggin',  you got my back or you frontin'

You in it for the money or the prize at the end

We play the game to win, that's why you lay with him

But you don't see his hands when I'm in between your thighs

Screamin' it's mine when I'm deep inside

Pray he asleep when you creep inside

Give me head, looked me dead in the eyes

Asked do I got bitches on the side

Let's keep it strictly business, no ties

No lie, baby, yeah I do, they just not you

I know you hear a lot of shit about me, that's not true

I'm playin' with some change, don't let that change you

You say you want a gangsta because your man ain't one

Life ain't a pretty picture, girl, but we can paint one, for real

[Chorus: Young Buck]

This what she put her Louboutins on to

This what she play when she cheatin' on you

This why she buy Hermés belts and Birkin bags too

All my exes, you mad or nah, boo?

It's still love there

You know it's still love there

I'm just fuckin' with these other girls

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]

Poppin' tags, she smilin' so hard her face hurt

She bird off bouncin' in a Jason Wu miniskirt

She keep 'em Birkins on deck, nigga

She got the same bag that's on Oprah show

And got the same Céline bag B got

And got the same Hermés bag Ri got

Gold bags from Louis out in Paris

Your bitch don't got this, it's not in the U.S

Yeah, and it ain't trickin' if you got it

Alexander McQueen clutch match her wallet

I said the girl is a fashionista

She said Gucci played out like gettin' fresh on Easter

[Chorus: Young Buck]

This what she put her Louboutins on to

This what she play when she cheatin' on you

This why she buy Hermés belts and Birkin bags too

All my exes, you mad or nah, boo?

It's still love there

You know it's still love there

I'm just fuckin' with these other girls