Now They Mad lyrics

[Chorus]
Now they mad 'cause a n*gga got the cake up
n*gga quit cryin', get your weight up
Ferragamo shoes, man, they laced up
Got to get up off your ass, can't lay up
If you owe me n*gga, better come and pay up
Don't think it's a game 'cause I'm little bruh
Big ass Glock, man, I'm strapped up
Don't talk that sh*t, we'll pull up
Now they mad 'cause a n*gga got the cake up
n*gga quit cryin', get your weight up
Ferragamo shoes, man, they laced up
Got to get up off your ass, can't lay up
If you owe me n*gga, better come and pay up
Don't think it's a game 'cause I'm little bruh
Big ass Glock, man, I'm strapped up
Don't talk that sh*t, we'll pull up

[Verse 1]
Don't talk that sh*t, we'll pull up
Hundred deep n*ggas in the Benz truck
I know the n*gga mad, can't stand us
Straight sh*ttin' on these n*ggas, where my Pampers?
Excuse me, where my manners?
In the strip club, tippin' these dancers
I done turned her into a porn actor, I just put this b*tch on camera
Designer all on my feet
Designer all on my ass
Designer all on my back
I just popped these tags, my swag turned to the max
Yeen even got to ask, ten thousand blew in the mall, n*gga
And I don't even really just brag
I'm just livin' life, can't you n*ggas tell?
Retired sellin' dope 'cause I know these n*ggas gon' tell
Got four leases to my phone, got me callin', switchin' cells
It's aight, I say f*ck 'em, suck a di*k and go to hell
[Chorus]
Now they mad 'cause a n*gga got the cake up
n*gga quit cryin', get your weight up
Ferragamo shoes, man, they laced up
Got to get up off your ass, can't lay up
If you owe me n*gga, better come and pay up
Don't think it's a game 'cause I'm little bruh
Big ass Glock, man, I'm strapped up
Don't talk that sh*t, we'll pull up
Now they mad 'cause a n*gga got the cake up
n*gga quit cryin', get your weight up
Ferragamo shoes, man, they laced up
Got to get up off your ass, can't lay up
If you owe me n*gga, better come and pay up
Don't think it's a game 'cause I'm little bruh
Big ass Glock, man, I'm strapped up
Don't talk that sh*t, we'll pull up

[Verse 2]
Stacks on deck, straps on deck
Paper Route Empire, n*gga, we the f*ckin' best
Ferragamo shoe with the Ferragamo vest
b*tch I ain't saggin' with the Ferragamo belt
Extendo on the Glocks, and the five in the TEC
If you try to run in, guarantee you get wet
Bullets hit your back, goin' straight through your chest
Make one call, n*gga guaranteed to get wet
Now you mad 'cause a n*gga got the cake up
Stop cryin', n*gga go and get your weight up
Benz [?] strong in the Benz truck
If your numbers ain't right then your ass out of luck
If I got a n*gga with me he's for sure gon' bust
If you see me with the chopper, man, your ass better duck
If the keys [?] street, I don't really give a f*ck
Open door, I'ma spray a n*gga, wet that b*tch up
Turnt up on these n*ggas, that's why they mad
Call it poppin' tags, stacks off in that bag, that's sh*t they never had
Rari bendin' corners, smoke the best of marijuana
Had business in California, get this money my persona
Money's all I really wanted
[Chorus]
Now they mad 'cause a n*gga got the cake up
n*gga quit cryin', get your weight up
Ferragamo shoes, man, they laced up
Got to get up off your ass, can't lay up
If you owe me n*gga, better come and pay up
Don't think it's a game 'cause I'm little bruh
Big ass Glock, man, I'm strapped up
Don't talk that sh*t, we'll pull up
Now they mad 'cause a n*gga got the cake up
n*gga quit cryin', get your weight up
Ferragamo shoes, man, they laced up
Got to get up off your ass, can't lay up
If you owe me n*gga, better come and pay up
Don't think it's a game 'cause I'm little bruh
Big ass Glock, man, I'm strapped up
Don't talk that sh*t, we'll pull up