Rob Hollow - Mad Lyrics

I know momma wanted me to be a grad
Rags or riches I got shit I never had before
Now them bitches wanna talk I got em mad
I got em mad, I got em mad, I got em mad
Said I wasn't shit I saw you at my show
Guess you really thought a nigga wouldn't blow
In a couple of years I thought I always told
Everything I touch I turn to solid gold

I got the Midas touch never a regular guy
Nothing like me I thought as much
Sipping my tea and that chai
Wake up in the morning put my robe on
Gucci socks on my feet then I blow one
Smoke illegal with a view with a skyline
Reminiscing when I used to run the sideline
Imma go ahead and call my lifeline up
Yea just because I need one now
Told me that she want some privacy so see them now
Party last night was a rave ex wanna party next door
She wanted no part of me, shit blew up like a club on Tuesday
Well I'm calling in Drake

I know, I know, I know, I know that shit make you mad
My new flame got everything that you could've had
I'm your daughter's favorite artist
And I'm glad that I'm everywhere
And that it make you sad, I'm in my bag

I know momma wanted me to be a grad
Rags or riches I got shit I never had before
Now them bitches wanna talk I got em mad
I got em mad, I got em mad, I got em mad
Said I wasn't shit I saw you at my show
Guess you really thought a nigga wouldn't blow
In a couple of years I thought I always told
Everything I touch I turn to solid gold