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MAD Video (MV)




Performed By: 4ona
Language: English
Length: 2:27
Written by: Tylisha Morgan




4ona - MAD Lyrics




M-A-D, mad, bitches wanna be me bad, B-A, bitch, I'm in my bag, I ain't worried
Bout these hoes, while they goin' out sad about these f*ck niggas
Don't give a f*ck, nigga, I be in my own lane I ain't tryna f*ck with ya
Make a nigga think I love him, then I cut the picture
I ain't got no time to sit and worry bout these f*ck niggas

Walk up in the club, lookin' good, now these niggas wanna eat me
This bitch tryna be my f*ckin' friend, now this bitch wanna be me
Take my diamonds out and put them on, now these bitches can't see me
This lil' nigga think he slick as f*ck, rubbing on his wee-wee
I get the money, I get the money, I get the money, bitch
These niggas think I'm throwin' ass, but I'm catchin' it
I broke the lil' nigga heart, he thought I was heaven sent
I used to be a lover girl, but I changed, bitch
Ain't worried bout no love, I'm focused on the money now
If you ain't focused on the money, you can't come around
That nigga used to be a dog, I took him to the pound
I broke his heart and took his money, now he mad now

M-A-D, mad
Bitches wanna be me, bad
B-A, bitch, I'm in my bag
I ain't worried bout these hoes, while they goin' out sad about these f*ck niggas
Don't give a f*ck, nigga, I be in my own lane I ain't tryna f*ck with ya
Make a nigga think I love him, then I cut the picture
I ain't got no time to sit and worry bout these f*ck niggas

Pretty, pretty chocolate bitch, and I'm thick, you know I'm the shit
Niggas tryna give me they lil' dick, boy, I want your bitch
Bitches tryna be my lil' friend, I ain't goin' for it
Treat these niggas like a f*ckin' dog, make these niggas sit
Get the money, get the money, get the money, sis
He say I'm cold, I don't show him love, now I got him sick
Ain't worried bout no niggas, baby, we tryna get rich
Her nigga still in my DM, tryna f*ckin' hit
Remember I was showin' love, lookin' like a clown
I got myself , I don't need none of you fake bitches' around
Moved to mobile, I was happy, all I see was frowns
Don't give a f*ck, I still smile, now who mad now

M-A-D, mad
Bitches wanna be me
Bad, B-A
Bitch, I'm in my bag, i ain't worried bout these hoes
While they goin' out sad about these f*ck niggas
Don't give a f*ck, nigga, I be in my own lane tryna I ain't f*ck with ya
Make a nigga think I love him, then I cut the picture
I ain't got no time to sit and worry bout these f*ck niggas
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M-A-D, mad, bitches wanna be me bad, B-A, bitch, I'm in my bag, I ain't worried
Bout these hoes, while they goin' out sad about these f*ck niggas
Don't give a f*ck, nigga, I be in my own lane I ain't tryna f*ck with ya
Make a nigga think I love him, then I cut the picture
I ain't got no time to sit and worry bout these f*ck niggas

Walk up in the club, lookin' good, now these niggas wanna eat me
This bitch tryna be my f*ckin' friend, now this bitch wanna be me
Take my diamonds out and put them on, now these bitches can't see me
This lil' nigga think he slick as f*ck, rubbing on his wee-wee
I get the money, I get the money, I get the money, bitch
These niggas think I'm throwin' ass, but I'm catchin' it
I broke the lil' nigga heart, he thought I was heaven sent
I used to be a lover girl, but I changed, bitch
Ain't worried bout no love, I'm focused on the money now
If you ain't focused on the money, you can't come around
That nigga used to be a dog, I took him to the pound
I broke his heart and took his money, now he mad now

M-A-D, mad
Bitches wanna be me, bad
B-A, bitch, I'm in my bag
I ain't worried bout these hoes, while they goin' out sad about these f*ck niggas
Don't give a f*ck, nigga, I be in my own lane I ain't tryna f*ck with ya
Make a nigga think I love him, then I cut the picture
I ain't got no time to sit and worry bout these f*ck niggas

Pretty, pretty chocolate bitch, and I'm thick, you know I'm the shit
Niggas tryna give me they lil' dick, boy, I want your bitch
Bitches tryna be my lil' friend, I ain't goin' for it
Treat these niggas like a f*ckin' dog, make these niggas sit
Get the money, get the money, get the money, sis
He say I'm cold, I don't show him love, now I got him sick
Ain't worried bout no niggas, baby, we tryna get rich
Her nigga still in my DM, tryna f*ckin' hit
Remember I was showin' love, lookin' like a clown
I got myself , I don't need none of you fake bitches' around
Moved to mobile, I was happy, all I see was frowns
Don't give a f*ck, I still smile, now who mad now

M-A-D, mad
Bitches wanna be me
Bad, B-A
Bitch, I'm in my bag, i ain't worried bout these hoes
While they goin' out sad about these f*ck niggas
Don't give a f*ck, nigga, I be in my own lane tryna I ain't f*ck with ya
Make a nigga think I love him, then I cut the picture
I ain't got no time to sit and worry bout these f*ck niggas
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Writer: Tylisha Morgan
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