Make Em Madder lyrics

[Hook]
I let my pants sag low with that 40 on my hip
Keep it by my side in case a hater wanna trip
You should see they faces when I pull up in the whip
n*ggas ask me why I do it, tell them that's just how I feel
I know these haters mad but imma make em madder
How you think I hit the lot and bought this f*cking jaguar
Make em madder, imma make em madder
Why a hater think a n*gga spending all this cash though

[Verse 1]
Just cashed out so you know I'm splurging
I be sh*tting on n*ggas on purpose
Money and rolls so n*ggas get nervous
Throw this money up, watch your b*tch start twerking
I got bags, I dont do straps
And this big ass 40 make my trues sag
I got swag, that's why you mad
And it say 340 on my trues tag
Lil Bibby next up and your b*tch know
And im sacked up, so watch your b*tch go
What the f*ck you wanna fight over a b*tch for
My n*ggas don't fight that's what we got clips for
In the jag cruising, these hoes choosing
Say her man ain't doing sh*t, she don't like losing
At least she gave me brain, and I ain't have to ask her
Hop up in the jaguar I'm making n*ggas madder
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[Verse 2]
Everywhere I go, I got a big stupid rack
Don't try to rob me, I got a big stupid gat
Staining broke n*ggas every time im shooting rounds
n*ggas plotting on me they gon get a do whacked
All I do is ball, man I want it all
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b*tch I cash out every time I hit the mall
Got so many hoes idk why b*tches call
No Limit MB we doing our thing
And I won't stop till my money Yao Ming
I be selling white, and smoking loud green
And it got my eyes looking like Yao Ming
Man I'm too sick, I think i need help
I just spent your rent money on a f*cking belt
I don't really give a f*ck what a n*gga felt
Lil Bibby taking off, n*ggas get left

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