Why You Mad - Intellectual

[Verse 1: AWOL$]

I tell em explain this

How the fuck we rock the same kicks

Gold bezel on the Rolley how we got the same wrist

Explain this, tell me if this shit don't make sense

I'm in 11th grade nigga how my pockets stay thick get paid quick

Lemon lime color gold chain

YSL buckle think I'm in the dope game

Niggas my age think I'm movin cocaine

Telling niggas catch up cuz they in a slow lane

Propane dancing with the devil soul train

Finna sell it all more money more fame

Route of all evil swear to god I won't change

Cuz being dead broke is the route of all pain

I won't change I'm bout tha paper nothing else matters

I'm just shitting on my ex with all this wealth after

Blue magic on the packets hope it sell faster

Making money like lucas we do this don't get yo self splattered

[Hook:]

Look, it's money over bitches

Fuck these niggas feelings

Maserati whipping hit the gas and feel the engine

Why they mad, mad

Prolly cuz I fucked these niggas bitches

I ain't asking for permission getting closer to a million

Look, the money is the mission bury competition

I be flexin on these niggas my whole team be bout the business

Getting cash cash

Ballin on these niggas a tradition

I ain't worried bout these niggas it's my time to go and get it

[Verse 2: AWOL$]

Look I get how I live it want that Phantom Ghost tinted

Ferrari coupes kitted bad bitches getting in it

Everything foreign niggas can't afford it they assuming you rent it

Cancun with cute bitches canned food for you niggas

Who winning?

Tell these fuck niggas get they weight up

With a flow so mean

Tell em join my team we out here gettin paper

I'm 16 but the Rolley on my wrist a neck breaker

Just don't ask me how I got it lil nigga fix ya face up

I wake up get dressed every single day I bench press

I flex on niggas got no stress

What I'm sayin what I mean it ain't bo flex

We get mo money mo problems get these hoes wet with no problem

White people racial profiling tell em suck a dick & I'm out grindin