Y U Mad (feat. Megan Thee Stallion, Ty Dolla $ign & Mustard)

Huh Why y'all gotta be mad at me Mustard on the beat, ho Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz Khalifa Top down Down Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now Now 100K for the smile Ooh, yeah Quit the hatin' when we come 'round Yeah, yeah And they hope that we gon' stop The only way is up where we go We don't get enough, no, no No Why you mad at us, mad at us Oh Why you mad at us, mad at us Mad Why you mad at us, mad at us Mad at us Why you mad at us, mad at us Okay Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa Know you hate, 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 online laughin' You be posted up on 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 man's Yeah, yup My watch look sicker than your man's Yeah, yup If I ain't take time just to flex, girl, I wouldn't be the nigga that I am Haha Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Wiz Khalifa & Megan Thee Stallion Top down Down Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now Now, yeah, yup 100K for the smile Ooh, yeah Quit the hatin' when we come 'round Yeah, yeah And they hope that we gon' stop The only way is up where we go We don't get enough, no, no No, ooh, yeah Why you mad at us, mad at us Oh Why you mad at us, mad at us Mad, ah Why you mad at us, mad at us Hey, mad at us Why you mad at us, mad at us Ayy Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion 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 your 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 at me Huh 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 Ah I'm a bad bitch Yeah, and you a mad bitch Ugh Put the baddest bitch next to Megan, I make her average Bitch, I'm in a drop-top coupe goin' fast in it Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Rich nigga get behind me, I'ma put my back in it Baow, baow, baow I got him real heated Yeah I know he wanna fuck me, but I only let him eat it Mwah And every time he send a long text, I never read it Huh I see how hard she tryin', but your girl could never be me Ah, mwah Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign Top down Down Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now Now 100K for the smile Ooh, yeah Quit the hatin' when we come 'round Yeah, yeah And they hope that we gon' stop The only way is up where we go We don't get enough, no, no No, ooh, yeah Why you mad at us, mad at us Oh Why you mad at us, mad at us Mad Why you mad at us, mad at us Mad at us Why you mad at us, mad at us