Artist/Band: 
Ace Hood 
Lyrics for Song: Why You Mad? 
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Ace Hood
  
               
  949>[Intro - Ace Hood]Mister Hood
  Well alright
 
 
  [Verse 1 - Ace Hood]Now little nigga I'm big shit
  Big whips on two six
  Fault niggas, I don't deal with them
  Them real niggas going to feel this
  Fuck niggas that talk a lot
  Fuck niggas that talking back
  Other niggas that ain't around
  But they quick to jump on your jock
  See Carter niggas I chill with
  Known for toting them big clips
  Run your mouth, you're too long around
  These niggas hitting that kill switch
  See money what I been about
  Fuck bitches, no handouts
  Do this shit with my pen down
  Guarantee that I tear down
  See that's all that they get from me
  Bubble gum in this bag of lean
  Bouncing up on that trampoline
  Riding off in that tangerine
  About the cost of my pinky ring
  Feet draped in that Louis V.
  Duffle bag when I'm over seas
  Get a flick when you see a G
  Nigga diamonds all on my neck and wrist
  Fuck a nigga that's hating me
  Hottest nigga you know about it
  Never needed no gasoline
  Nigga fly, nigga I been this
  Swag off the hinges
  Don't believe my word of mouth
  Just go and ask them bitches
 
 
  [Chorus - Ace Hood]Now why you mad?
 
 
  I'm getting bands
  I got a chauffeur homie, you in the van
  I hear them hating holmes, I understand
  Now watch me ball, stay in the stands
  Now why you mad?
  Why you mad?
  Why you mad?
  Why you mad?
  Now why you mad?
  Why you mad?
  They say I'm arrogant
  That's why you mad?
 
 
  [Verse 2 - Gucci Mane]They hostile like a little child
  They fragile, I'm agile
  I'm too cold, let me tell you something
  Nigga stop all because I'm iced out
  Hold up, Chris find this
  Your highness, I'm shining
  Got a gold touch like Midas
  My rock be the tightest
  You want to bite me
  Probably want to fight me
  I woke up in an igloo
  I'm always be icy
  Strapped up like Birdman, and Lil Wayne, and Mack Maine
  I'm Gucci Mane, I'm off the chain
  I have no go license
  Cigarette in my Lambo'
  Man in my Ferrari
  Call it Fast and Furious
  They furious, I'm sorry
  Curious, she choosing
  Looking at my pockets
  Mine full of them hundreds
  Baby it's no problem
  It's Gucci
 
 
  [Chorus]
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