Name: Mad Fo (feat. Ludacris, Chris Brown, Swizz Beat & Pusha T)
Duration: 6 min 32 s
Description: Слушайте песню Mad Fo (feat. Ludacris, Chris Brown, Swizz Beat & Pusha T) - Meek Mill онлайн с альбома Dream Chaser 3 в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 6:32. Год выхода - 2013

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Mad Fo (feat. Ludacris, Chris Brown, Swizz Beat & Pusha T)

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Sounding like you made a million dollars (yeah)

Tell me what they mad for (time to start putting grown-ass men on time out)

Old insecure ass nigga, your heart pump Kool-Aid, man

Is it 'cause I got houses on every coast?

Or that I'm on that Forbes list making rich rappers look broke

While they're blowing that smoke, I'm blowing a couple million

Only rapper in the game with a Grammy and an Oscar

Seven-figure movie deals, eight-figure bank runs

And I'm still feeding the same hood that I came from (yeah)

Any chick that you hit, my nigga I've already ho'd

Say it with your chest like these diamonds on my tongue

Name on my headphones, label tatted on my arm (oh)

Air traffic control say "Ludacris is insane"

That niggas daughter's birthday's the tail number on his plane (tell 'em)

Fuck with me, but nobody's fucking with me

Take in the sight of my cognac, more millions

If I'm happy, there's no reason you should be sad for

See us sitting there looking good (skrrt)

Now if these niggas hating on me, I'ma kill them dead

If I wasn't rapping, I'd be probably be in the fifth

In the cell, getting mail, with a million dollar bail

But instead of counting blues, I'ma take this YSL

And this Gucci, and this Louis, Prada 'cause I'm hotter

I used to ball in Philly, with that nina and get dollars

I beefs up in my Bimmer, check aboard my collar

And when I check my bank account, I'm checking for them commas

I'm like all these niggas haters, all these bitches fucking

At 24, I went and bought a Ghost like it was nothing

At 25, I bought that Aston Martin, now we stunting

And you nigga still talking all this money shit, you bluffing

You bluffing, you bluffing, I really think you bluffing

A hundred thousand dollars, man, them bottles, we just crush 'em

Now tell me why you hating? You hating 'cause you mad?

Or is you mad because you hating, boy you sad

Tell me what they mad for (ha, look, yeah)

Okay, I see why you mad, I'm counting all this money

Mad 'cause I'm gonna keep it real with a real nigga

I got racks on racks, and a black Maybach

Call it black on black, 'cause I kill niggas

In the club all girls, no niggas don't talk to me

In the coupe it's the truth, and the roof go poof, vamoose

See this the type of shit that I be saying

Just because I'm balling, that don't mean a nigga playing

Flyer than a bitch, I don't think I'ma ever land

But in the meantime, baby, what's your plan?

You can call me daddy, but I can't be your man

Fiending like the addicts, when I pull it out they panic

Bi-bitch I do damage, you gonna need an ambulance

Put one hand in the air if you know somebody

That's mad at you right now for no reason (can you hear me now)

Riding around in my Jeep, bumping that 2pac

I'm walking around in my hood, cocked back, two Glocks

98 in my status, I came back, I'm the baddest

Christian's on my feet, I told you I'm the baddest

My watch is f-, yeah, you get embarrassed

See us sitting there looking good (ladies and gentlemen)

Hey Luda, you know why these haters mad for, right?

If you sellin' all the records and you fuckin' all the bitches

And you sit a top of the charts and you livin' out your wishes

With your chains all smothered and your watches all glittered

And your ghost and your phantoms all comin' home to visit

Or maybe 'cause your bitches was never really your bitches

With your baby mama fucking every rapper in the business

Niggas saying you was better when the drugs was in your system

Now your crack swag gone ever since you came from prison

Got you tweeting all stupid, is you skatin'? Is you dissin'?

Found out your Ghost leased and your Phantom just rented

Won't need it in your name like Pac when he went missing

Makaveli lives on so I'm riding on you bitches

Hail Mary be the witness, Lord Willin', I was dealing

Stupid motherfucking five star, tatted on his ceiling

Bullseye, be the motherfucking target for this killing

Ain't y'all the motherfuckers with the millions?

Слушайте песню Mad Fo (feat. Ludacris, Chris Brown, Swizz Beat & Pusha T) - Meek Mill онлайн с альбома Dream Chaser 3 в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 6:32. Год выхода - 2013

Mad Fo (feat. Ludacris, Chris Brown, Swizz Beat & Pusha T)

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