Letras
I don't know why people be mad nowadays
Man, shit, I'm living good, huh, yeah
Life's good, man, ain't nothin' to
Be mad about, you feel me? Huh, yeah
You stay disappointed, so I had to pick it back up
Do my A's boogie, lay low, steady stack up
Really Money Mitch in this bitch, get my racks up
Ooh-wee, she a money freak, she run the sack up
Once I got my chili up, I got mad love
Still tryna find some genuine, there's a lack of
Quarterback sneakin', givin' passes, best not back up
Too much pep in my step, best not catch up
Ayy, FaceTime a biddie for that throat, her name Elena
She got the jugs on her, hmm, out the Dana
Brodie still think I'm Mexican, Michael Peña
Thinkin' you in orange Reefs, 'bout to hit the Macarena
Or Macarena, huh, pull up clean, hmm, Spencer
Ayy, got a white bitch that ain't Costa Mesa
Mr. Pop It, make it happen, huh, you's a leva
Bad lil' hyna active, she a mensa
Ayy, cheat on me, huh, she a pendeja
Now I gotta watch my back, gotta keep trucha
Ayy, ooh, yeah, why they mad at me? Hmm
Why these bitches stay mad at me? Hmm, yeah
Why they mad at me? Hmm
Why these hoes stay mad at me? Hmm, yeah
Why they mad at me? Hmm
Why these bitches stay mad at me? Hmm, yeah
Why they mad at me? Hmm
Why these hoes stay mad at me?