Don't Be Mad - Ransom, Waka Flocka, Murdah baby

When you see me in the hood don’t be mad at me

When you see me in the club don’t be mad at me

When you see me in the coup don’t be mad at me

Don’t be mad at me, don’t be mad at me

All my summer jam singers, why they mad at me?

I came up in 2 years, that’s a tragedy

We’ve been at this 20 years but he ain’t had to breathe

All them flow G call me easy fuck that E

I go hard and I bang ‘em so old key

Might OD if I keep poppin' these

Gotta put work for my engine, don’t need a key

Got this on tied beemers on my drunken knees

You’re fuzzy on my neck, I just need a hundred thou

With me that’s the jeweler and we act like what the hoola

Iced in, ice white, iced in, iced out

Waka Flocka Flame, you know shorties bring hoes out

When you see me in the hood don’t be mad at me

When you see me in the club don’t be mad at me

When you see me in the coup don’t be mad at me

Don’t be mad at me, don’t be mad at me

When you see me with your bitch don’t be mad at me

I catch your body with my dick, she’s a casualty

That Maserati close at grip, it don’t have a key

I do pilates with them bricks, I stay traffickin'

I’m ‘bout that big kick, my birthday get a big pick

And I’m thirsty, I’mma sip bricks

On my worst day and I’m still rich

Pardon me but I’m still on

On my knees when them pills gone

Fuck the weed in that real bong

It’s hard to breathe like I’m still born

So when I’m comin' for my chips don’t be mad at me

I spend a hundred on my wrist, yea I’m stackin' G’s

You niggas act like Romeos, but I’m masterpiece

So when I have to squeeze that’s what it has to be

When you see me in the hood don’t be mad at me

When you see me in the club don’t be mad at me

When you see me in the coup don’t be mad at me

Don’t be mad at me, don’t be mad at me