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why you mad - awol$ lyrics

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[verse 1: awol$]
i tell em explain this
how the f-ck we rock the same kicks
gold bezel on the rolley how we got the same wrist
explain this, tell me if this sh-t don’t make sense
i’m in 11th grade n-gga how my pockets stay thick get paid quick
lemon lime color gold chain
ysl buckle think i’m in the dope game
n-ggas my age think i’m movin cocaine
telling n-ggas catch up cuz they in a slow lane
propane dancing with the devil soul train
finna sell it all more money more fame
route of all evil swear to god i won’t change
cuz being dead broke is the route of all pain
i won’t change i’m bout tha paper nothing else matters
i’m just sh-tting on my ex with all this wealth after
blue magic on the packets hope it sell faster
making money like lucas we do this don’t get yo self splattered

[hook:]
look, it’s money over b-tches
f-ck these n-ggas feelings
maserati whipping hit the gas and feel the engine
why they mad, mad
prolly cuz i f-cked these n-ggas b-tches
i ain’t asking for permission getting closer to a million

look, the money is the mission bury compet-tion
i be flexin on these n-ggas my whole team be bout the business
getting cash cash
ballin on these n-ggas a tradition
i ain’t worried bout these n-ggas it’s my time to go and get it

[verse 2: awol$]
look i get how i live it want that phantom ghost tinted
ferrari coupes kitted bad b-tches getting in it
everything foreign n-ggas can’t afford it they -ssuming you rent it
cancun with cute b-tches canned food for you n-ggas
who winning?
tell these f-ck n-ggas get they weight up
with a flow so mean
tell em join my team we out here gettin paper
i’m 16 but the rolley on my wrist a neck breaker
just don’t ask me how i got it lil n-gga fix ya face up
i wake up get dressed every single day i bench press
i flex on n-ggas got no stress
what i’m sayin what i mean it ain’t bo flex
we get mo money mo problems get these hoes wet with no problem
white people racial profiling tell em suck a d-ck & i’m out grindin

[hook:]
look, it’s money over b-tches
f-ck these n-ggas feelings
maserati whipping hit the gas and feel the engine
why they mad, mad
prolly cuz i f-cked these n-ggas b-tches
i ain’t asking for permission getting closer to a million

look, the money is the mission bury compet-tion
i be flexin on these n-ggas my whole team be bout the business
getting cash cash
ballin on these n-ggas a tradition
i ain’t worried bout these n-ggas it’s my time to go and get it

[outro: awol$]
yea, look why you mad? little n-gga why you mad? huh?

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