[Intro]
Huh?
Why y'all gotta be mad at me?
Mustard on the beat, ho
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Top down, shirt open 'cause I'm hot now
100K for the smile, quit the hatin' when we come 'round
And they all bet we gon' stop
It only wears 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?
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
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 posting' 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
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Megan Thee Stallion]
Top down, shirt open 'cause I'm hot now
100K for the smile, quit the hatin' when we come 'round
And they all bet we gon' stop
It only wears 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? (Aah)
Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Hey)
Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Hey)
[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 runnin' 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
Bitch, I'm expensive, my hair and nails cost a ticket
You wanna fuck with me, book me, you talking' shit, but ain't at 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' fastest
The rich nigga skrrt behind me, I'ma but my back in
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 will never beat me
Ah, mwah
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Top down, shirt open 'cause I'm hot now
100K for the smile, quit the hatin' when we come 'round
And they all bet we gon' stop
It only wears 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?