Young Dolph — Now They Mad lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Now They Mad" by Young Dolph.

Lyrics

Now they mad ‘cause a nigga got the cake up Nigga quit crying, get your weight up Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh
Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up Now they mad ‘cause a nigga got the cake up Nigga quit crying, get your weight up Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh
Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up Hundred deep niggas in the Benz truck
I know the nigga mad, can’t stand us Straight shittin' on these niggas, where my Pampers?
Excuse me, where my manners?
In the strip club, tipping these dancers
I done turned her into a porn actor
I just put this bitch on camera
Designer all on my feet
Designer all on my ass
Designer all on my back
I just popped these tags
My swag turned to the max
Yeen even got to ask
Ten thousand blew in the mall nigga
And I don’t even really just brag
I’m just living life
Can’t you niggas tell?
Retired selling dope
‘Cause I know these niggas gon' tell
Got four leases to my phone
Got me callin', switching cells
It’s aight, I say fuck ‘em
Suck a dick and go to hell
Now they mad ‘cause a nigga got the cake up Nigga quit crying, get your weight up Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh
Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up Now they mad ‘cause a nigga got the cake up Nigga quit crying, get your weight up Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh
Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up Stacks on deck, straps on deck
Paper Route Empire, nigga we the fucking best
Ferragamo shoe with the Ferragamo vest
Bitch I ain’t sagging with the Ferragamo belt
Extendo on the Glocks, and the five in the TEC
If you try to run in, guarantee you get wet
Bullets hit your back, going straight through your chest
Make one call, nigga guaranteed to get wet
Now you mad ‘cause a nigga got the cake up Stop crying, nigga go and get your weight up Benz strong in the Benz truck
If your numbers ain’t right then your ass out of luck
If I got a nigga with me he’s for sure gon' bust
If you see me with the chopper man your ass better duck
If the keys street, I don’t really give a fuck
Open door, I’ma spray a nigga, wet that bitch up Turnt up on these niggas, that’s why they mad
Call it poppin' tags
Stacks off in that bag, that’s shit they never had
Rari bending corners, smoke the best of marijuana
Had business in California
Get this money my persona
Money’s all I really wanted
Now they mad ‘cause a nigga got the cake up Nigga quit crying, get your weight up Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh
Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up Now they mad ‘cause a nigga got the cake up Nigga quit crying, get your weight up Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh
Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up