Make Em Mad lyrics

[Intro]
Nile, I hear you

[Chorus]
Uh, ayy, I'm fly as hell, that sh*t don't make no sense (It don't make no sense)
Ayy, I cut my old b*tch off, she made me sick, uh, uh (That b*tch made me sick)
Ayy, I ran it up, put twenty on my wrist (Twenty on my wrist)
I was broke as f*ck, I had to get it fixed (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, every song I drop, it be a hit, uh (Every song I drop)
Ayy, I fell in love with blockin' me a b*tch, uh, ayy
Get that money, show yo' ass, talk yo' sh*t, uh, uh (Talk yo' sh*t)
Get a bag, make 'em mad, make 'em p*ssed, ayy

[Verse 1]
I like toxic b*tches, baby girl, you ain't my type, uh
If I think you bad I might put you on a flight, uh
Police pulled me over, he ain't еxpect I knew my rights, uh
They say lifе's a gamble, take a chance, roll the dice, uh (Let's go)
I just got that bag in, ballin' just like Madden
I be off them Percocets, I feel like an addict
Gucci, Louis, Fendi on my body, ain't average
You won't catch me trippin' 'bout no b*tch if I'da had it
Why this n*gga acting like a b*tch just like it's Mad Men? (Just like it's Mad Men)
He got on the road and went out singing just like Brandy (Singing just like Brandy)
She don't wanna f*ck with me no more, said she can't stand me (She can't stand me)
Tick tock, diamonds on my neck, look how they dancing (Ayy, let's go)
[Chorus]
Ayy, I'm fly as hell, that sh*t don't make no sense (It don't make no sense)
Ayy, I cut my old b*tch off, she made me sick, uh, uh (Made me sick)
Ayy, I ran it up, put twenty on my wrist (My wrist)
I was broke as f*ck, I had to get it fixed, uh (Had to get it fixed)
Ayy, every song I drop, it be a hit, uh (Every song I drop)
Ayy, I fell in love with blockin' me a b*tch, uh, ayy (Block her)
Get that money, show yo' ass, talk yo' sh*t, uh, uh (Talk yo' sh*t)
Get a bag, make 'em mad, make 'em p*ssed, uh

[Verse 2]
Johnny Dang diamonds on my neck, it's a light show
She a bad b*tch in real life without no lipo
Aw, I said, "I love you", baby girl, that was a typo
Every n*gga wit' me 'bout to crash, call Geico (Let's go)
I can get you stepped on, n*gga, it ain't nothin'
I ain't talkin' 'bout no dirt bike but I be clutchin'
Better watch yo' tone 'cause I'm not no one to be f*cked with
Every n*gga wit' me special ed, they on that dumb sh*t

[Chorus]
Ayy, I'm fly as hell, that sh*t don't make no sense
Ayy, I cut my old b*tch off, she made me sick, uh, uh
Ayy, I ran it up, put twenty on my wrist, uh
I was broke as f*ck, I had to get it fixed, uh
Ayy, every song I drop, it be a hit, uh
Ayy, I fell in love with blockin' me a b*tch, uh, ayy
Get that money, show yo' ass, talk yo' sh*t, uh, uh
Get a bag, make 'em mad, make 'em p*ssed, uh