Huh?
Why y'all gotta be mad at me?
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

Top down, shirt open 'cause I'm hot now
Hunnid K for the smile, quit the hatin' when we come 'round
And they all think we gon' stop
Then only way is up when we go
We don't get enough, no, no
Why you mad at us, mad at us?
Why you mad at us, mad at us?
Why you mad at us, mad at us?
Why you mad at us, mad at us?

Okay
Know your weight, I should motivate, I got more to make
Sorry for the wait, know your place, say she love the taste
Y'all don't wanna race, my new whip straight from outer space
New bitch bad, yours outta shape
I know why they mad, 'cause they down bad
She call you her nigga, but she call me daddy
Wonder why I'm always postin' shit I'm buyin', laughin'
You be posted up in IG, sad
Puff, puff, pass, shawty so bad
Had to get her number, she had so much ass
Give good brain, but she don't go to class
Drink it out the bottle, she don't want no glass
My bankroll's bigger than your mans (yeah, yup)
My watch look sicker than your mans (yeah, yup)
If I ain't take time just to flex girl, I wouldn't be the nigga that I am (haha)

Top down, shirt open 'cause I'm hot now (yeah, yup)
Hunnid K for the smile, quit the hatin' when we come 'round
And they all think we gon' stop
Then only way is up when we go
We don't get enough, no, no
Why you mad at us, mad at us?
Why you mad at us, mad at us?
Why you mad at us, mad at us?
Why you mad at us, mad at us?

Ayy, I'm poppin' tags, I ain't taggin' hoes
Rich, what I'm mad for?
I don't wanna fight, but if you run up, then I'm draggin' hoes
Why you think I want you, boo? Who the fuck you talkin' to?
I would never ever fuck a nigga who would fuck with you (ew)
Bitch, I'm expensive, my hair and nails cost a ticket
You wanna fuck with me, book me, you talkin' shit, but ain't @ me
And I ain't droppin' no addy, you can't know where I live
I got a whole lot of cheese and I don't need rats at the crib
I'm a bad bitch, and you a mad bitch
Put the baddest bitch next to Megan, I make her average
Bitch, I'm in a drop-top coupe goin' fast
Any rich nigga get behind me, I'ma put my back in (ah, ah, ah)
I got him real heated, I know he wanna fuck me, but I only let him eat it
And every time he send a long text, I never read it
I see how hard she tryin', but your girl can never be me
Ah, mwah

Top down, shirt open 'cause I'm hot now
Hunnid K for the smile, quit the hatin' when we come 'round
And they all think we gon' stop
Then only way is up when we go
We don't get enough, no, no
Why you mad at us, mad at us?
Why you mad at us, mad at us?
Why you mad at us, mad at us?
Why you mad at us, mad at us?

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Dijon McFarlane, Megan J Pete, Tyrone William Griffin