Make Em Mad

Yeah, man, this shit don't make no sense
Ay, man this shit, yeah
I'm fly as hell
Nile, I hear you

Uh, ay, I'm fly as hell, that shit don't make no sense (it don't make no sense)
Ay, I cut my old bitch off, she made me sick, uh, uh (that bitch made me sick)
Ay, I ran it up, put 20 on my wrist (20 on my wrist)
Uh, I was broke as fuck, I had to get it fixed, uh (ay, ay)

Ay, every song I drop, it be a hit, uh (every song I drop)
Ay, I fell in love with blockin' me a bitch, uh, ay
Get that money, show yo' ass, talk yo' shit, uh, uh (talk yo' shit)
Get a bag, make 'em mad, make 'em pissed, ay

I like toxic bitches, baby girl, you ain't my type, uh
If I think you bad, I might put you on a flight, uh
Police pulled me over, he ain't expect I knew my rights, uh
They say life's a gamble, take a chance, roll the dice, uh (let's go)

I just got that bag in, ballin' just like Madden
I be off them Percocets, I feel like an addict
Gucci, Louis, Fendi on my body, ain't average
You won't catch me trippin' 'bout no bitch if I'da had it

Why this nigga actin' like a bitch just like it's Mad Men? (Just like it's Mad Men)
He got on the road and went out singin' just like Brandy (singin' just like Brandy)
She don't wanna fuck with me no more, said she can't stand me (she can't stand me)
Ticktock, diamonds on my neck, look how they dancin' (ay, let's go)

Ay, I'm fly as hell, that shit don't make no sense (it don't make no sense)
Ay, I cut my old bitch off, she made me sick, uh, uh (made me sick)
Ay, I ran it up, put 20 on my wrist (my wrist)
Uh, I was broke as fuck, I had to get it fixed, uh (had to get it fixed)

Ay, every song I drop, it be a hit, uh (every song I drop)
Ay, I fell in love with blockin' me a bitch, uh, ay (block her)
Get that money, show yo' ass, talk yo' shit, uh, uh (talk yo' shit)
Get a bag, make 'em mad, make 'em pissed, uh

Johnny Dang diamonds on my neck, it's a light show
She a bad bitch in real life without no lipo
Aw, I said, "I love you", baby girl, that was a typo
E'ry nigga wit' me 'bout to crash, call GEICO (let's go)

I can get you stepped on, nigga, it ain't nothin'
I ain't talkin' 'bout no dirt bike, but I be clutchin'
Better watch yo' tone 'cause I'm not no one to be fucked with
E'ry nigga wit' me special ed, they on that dumb shit

Ay, I'm fly as hell, that shit don't make no sense
Ay, I cut my old bitch off, she made me sick, uh, uh
Ay, I ran it up, put 20 on my wrist, uh
I was broke as fuck, I had to get it fixed, uh

Ay, every song I drop, it be a hit, uh
Ay, I fell in love with blockin' me a bitch, uh, ay
Get that money, show yo' ass, talk yo' shit, uh, uh
Get a bag, make 'em mad, make 'em pissed, uh