I’m Mad lyrics

[Intro]
Izze The Producer

[Chorus]
Ridin' around smokin' on stank, got Ben Franklin all in my bank
Dirty hoes all in my face, f*ck n*ggas all in my way
Cash, that's all that I take, fake n*ggas, all that I hate
Can't smoke, what you n*ggas smoke grey? That loud pack, all I wanna taste
They mad 'cause I'm getting that cash, steady tryna kiss my ass
You can't get no money, my bad, you ain't getting money, I laugh
She came in and left in a cab, I can't take your moves, my bad
I'm tired of f*ckin', I'm sad, I'm tired of f*ckin', I'm mad

[Verse]
I'm smokin' on this dope, laughin' to the bank like hahaha
If a n*gga try to take my guap, then that choppa hit his ass like grrah grrah grrah
pus*y don't know to get back back back, you ain't tryna go, b*tch, get out of my car
I ain't wanna f*ck anyway, I just want some top 'cause I heard the pus*y hot hot hot
I f*ck sister sisters and mamama's, say you gettin' money, n*gga, blah blah blah
f*ck around and walk in the house and Almighty Sosa be f*ckin' yo mommas on the couch
Feds on my ass like alarms on a house, they lock a n*gga up, then I'm bondin' right out
But you still stitin' your broke ass in a jailcell, 15 hunnid to get out
I don't wife hoes, n*ggas runnin' in and out, keep a gun in the car, a gun in the house
I don't like n*ggas that be runnin' they mouth
Steady sayin' this and that but they know they all lyin'
b*tch, I'm too busy gettin' money all the time, this b*tch wanna f*ck, she got them puppy dog eyes
[Chorus]
Ridin' around smokin' on stank, got Ben Franklin all in my bank
Dirty hoes all in my face, f*ck n*ggas all in my way
Cash, that's all that I take, fake n*ggas, all that I hate
Can't smoke, what you n*ggas smoke grey? That loud pack, all I wanna taste
They mad 'cause I'm getting that cash, steady tryna kiss my ass
You can't get no money, my bad, you ain't getting money, I laugh
She came in and left in a cab, I can't take your moves, my bad
I'm tired of f*ckin', I'm sad, I'm tired of f*ckin', I'm mad