vic mensa Ft. Kanye West – U MAD Lyrics

(Intro – Vic Mensa)
Ooh I don’t need y’all either
Ooh don’t wanna talk about it
Ooh like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody
Like I don’t know nobody
I guess I don’t
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?

(Verse 1 – Vic Mensa)
She gon be mad right? Ain’t that too bad, right?
Wanna catch that cab, right? Take back that bag, right?
I guess that she just gon go buy herself that purse, that purse
I’m back on my Chicago sh** and this ain’t what you want, shout outs to Lil Durk
Now I’m the villain, no really I’m just chilling
Tryna stack these 20s, 50s, hundreds, millions, to the ceiling
Mary, Mary all I need, pu**y, money, weed
And all my women in doubles, I’m at the DoubleTree
All I hear hoes calling out wilding, on the road like every day
We everywhere, any day and anywhere that the money say
No questions, no questions please, just on your knees
Blow, don’t sneeze, bi**h shut up, don’t breathe
Gasp, on the gas, til I crash, autopsy said that ni**a mashed
All praise to Allah, not Ramadan but these bi**hes fast
F**k in the party, pull up her skirt, then skrr
Who her? I forgot her name

(Chorus Vic Mensa)
Ooh like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody
Ooh like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody
Ooh like, ooh like I don’t know nobody
Like I don’t know nobody, like I don’t know nobody
Oh you mad, huh?
I guess I don’t
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?

(Verse 2 – Kanye West)
There go another lawsuit
In court so much, man I should’ve went to law school
Everybody brawling, it was all cool
Til I hit the bartender with the barstool
I don’t f**k with fake dudes wearing fake Trues
I just talked to 2 Chainz and he said, tru
I feel like MJ, I’m in his shoes
I’m talking Montell Jordan, this is how we do
Bust a ni**a head and then I lay low
These ni**a’s ass water, get the Drano
She ain’t really bad, she a photo thot
I should hire this bi**h, she so damn good at Photoshop
That Lexapro got me drowsy, then a heart attack
I think they finally think got me where they want me at
I got 700 emails in my inbox
What that mean? I ain’t calling nobody back

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – Vic Mensa)
I be catching too many stares this evening
God fearing but God knows I’m on a roll
At the Louvre in Paris, still be on the block like a corner store
Ain’t my fault you ain’t the man, made a plan, man it was planned
They sleeping on me like long flights, I pop a Xan on the way to France
Paparazzi like, Oh that’s him, pour that gin, let’s get faded
Drinking like it’s no tomorrow, what’s today? I’m in the Matrix
Hater, please let me live my life, swear to God I be tryna do right
But if she bad I might hit a bi**h in the elevator like Ray Rice
Uh, y’all pay the price, I pay the difference, it’s just different
Save money, ain’t nothing different, gunshots and jumping fences
Hold on I’m tryna get loose, please don’t get s**t confused
Ask Don C, I’ve been lit, this ‘Ye sh** just lit the fuse
Now I’m on fire, everybody go quiet
Like where was you last week? My ni**a the f**k was you hiding?
Like I was laying on my arm I’m on my side
South side, I’m down to start a riot

(Repeat Chorus)