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You know one thing I hate? It's when a person come up to me or I hear somebody say, “It must be nice” You know my answer that is, “You must be a hater” Tell me why you mad fo' (Remo the Hitmaker) Listen here Luda, we gotta keep it real boy, we gon' do it like this, baby Listen here, you know what I'm saying? Luda Tell me what they mad fo', come around the hood See us sitting there looking good Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo' Yeah, Time to start putting grown-ass men on time out Go to the corner and cry somewhere, man Old insecure ass, nigga, yo heart pump Kool-Aid, man What you mad at me for? Luda Is it 'cause I got houses on every coast? Or that I'm on that Forbes list makin' rich rappers look broke? While they're blowin' that smoke, I'm blowin' a couple million, makin' a killin' stuntin' on impostors Only rapper in the game with a Grammy and an Oscar 7-figure movie deals, 8 figure bank runs And I'm still feedin' the same hood that I came from Any car that you got, I've already drove Any chick that you hit, my nigga, I've already hoed Say it with your chest like these diamonds on my charm Letras de cancionesName on my headphones, label tatted on my arm Air traffic control say, “Ludacris is insane” That niggas daughter's birthday's the tail number on his plane Fuck with me but nobody's fuckin' with me Takin' a shot of my cognac, more millions, real G's chug it with me If I'm happy, there's no reason you should be sad for So will somebody, can somebody please Tell me what they mad fo', come around the hood See us sitting there looking good Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo' Ha, is you niggas hatin' 'cause you mad Or is you mad 'cause you hatin'? Choose one, hater Now if these niggas hatin' on me, I'ma kill 'em dead If I wasn't rappin' I'd be probably be in the feds In the cell, gettin' mail, with a million dollar bail But instead of countin' blues, I'ma take this YSL And this Gucci, and this Louis, Prada 'cause I'm hotter I used to ball in Philly, with that nina Iguodala I beefs up in my Beamer, check aboard my collar And when I check my bank account, I'm checkin' for them commas I'm like all these niggas haters, all these bitches fuckin' At 24 I went and bought a Ghost like it was nothin' At 25 I bought that Aston Martin, now we stuntin' And you nigga still talkin' all this money, shit, you bluffin' You bluffin', you bluffin', I really think you bluffin' 100,000 dollars, magnum bottles we just crush 'em Now tell me why you hatin'? You hatin' 'cause you mad? Or is you mad because you hatin'? Boy, you sad Tell me what they mad fo', come around the hood See us sitting there looking good Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo' Haha, look, yeah, okay I see why you mad, I'm countin' all this money And I'm poppin' all these tags, hoppin' to it, fuckin' bunnies Real nigga, one hundred, you tryna do it, I done it I spit sick on this rap shit, make 'em sick to they stomach I'm clean, man, you hate, mad 'cause I make it keep it real with a real nigga I got racks on racks and a black Maybach, call it black on black 'cause I kill niggas In the club, all girls, no niggas, don't talk to me 'cause I ain't really tryna hear niggas In the coupe, it's the truth and the roof go poof, vamoose, I can make it disappear, nigga See this the type of shit that I be sayin' Just because I'm ballin', that don't mean a nigga playin' Yup, haters can blow me like a fan Flyer than a bitch, I don't think I'ma ever land But in the meantime, baby, what's your plan? You can call me daddy but I can't be your man Fiendin' like the addicts, when I pull it out, they panic Bitch, I do damage, you gon' need an ambulance Tell me what they mad fo', come around the hood See us sitting there looking good Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo' Showtime Put one hand in the air if you know somebody That's mad at you right now for no reason Ayy, ridin' around in my Jeep, bumpin' that 2Pac I'm walkin' around in my hood, cocked back two Glocks 98 in my status, I came back, I'm the baddest Christian's on my feet, I told you, I'm the baddest All the way in Paris, don't talk, you'll get embarrassed My watch is fuckin' up, yeah, you get embarrassed 500 hunnid on them racks, pulled out them stacks Niggas talkin' crazy, drop top Maybachs My life is just ludicrous, sucker, you just new to this 430's pullin' up, godddamn we do this shit Chickens and the waffles, chillin' in the villa Bumpin' Ludaversal, gettin' that scrilla Tell me what they mad fo', come around the hood See us sitting there looking good Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo' Yuugh, woo Hey Luda, you know why these haters mad right? The truth shall set you free If you sellin' all the records and you fuckin' all the bitches And you sit a top of the charts and you livin' out your wishes With your chains all smothered and your watches all glittered And your Ghost and your Phantoms all comin' home to visit Or maybe 'cause your bitches was never really your bitches With your baby mama fuckin' every rapper in the business Niggas sayin' you was better when the drugs was in your system Now your crack swag gone ever since you came from prison Got you tweetin' all stupid, is you skatin', is you dissin'? Found out your Ghost leased and your Phantom just rented Won’t need it in your name like Pac when he went missin' Makaveli lives on so I'm ridin' on you bitches Hail Mary be the witness, Lord Willin', I was dealin' Stupid motherfuckin' five star, tatted on his ceilin' Bulls eye, be the motherfuckin' target for this killin' Ain't y'all the motherfuckers with the millions? Tell me what they mad fo', come around the hood See us sitting there looking good Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause you be on the radio Sounding like you made a million dollars Tell me what they mad fo' From Letras Mania