[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
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)
Hey, listen here, Luda, we gotta keep it real, boy
We gon' do it like this, baby
Listen here, you know what I'm sayin'? Luda
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz, Ludacris]
Tell me, what they mad fo'?
Come around the hood, see us sittin' there lookin' good
Tell me, what they mad fo'?
'Cause you be on the radio soundin' like you made a million dollars
(Yeah, time to start puttin' grown-ass men on time out)
Ayy, tell me, what they mad fo'? Huh
Tell me, what they mad fo'?
(Go to the corner and cry somewhere, man)
Tell me, what they mad fo'?
(Old, old insecure ass, nigga, yo' heart pump Kool-Aid, man)
Tell me, what they mad fo'? Huh
(What you mad at me for? Luda)
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
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 (And the winner is, woo!)
Seven-figure movie deals, eight-figure bank runs
And I'm still feedin' the same hood that I came from (Yeah!)
Any car that you got, I've already drove
Any chick that you hit, my nigga, I've already hoed (I did, ow!)
Say it with your chest like these diamonds in my charm
Name on my headphones, label tatted on my arm (Oh!)
Air traffic control say, “Ludacris is insane”
That nigga daughter's birthday's the tail number on his plane (Tell 'em, real talk)
Fuck with me, but nobody fuckin' with me
Takin' a shot of cognac, more millions, real G's, chug it with me
If I'm happy, there's no reason you should be sad for (Why?)
So will somebody, can somebody please
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)
Hey, listen here, Luda, we gotta keep it real, boy
We gon' do it like this, baby
Listen here, you know what I'm sayin'? Luda
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz, Ludacris]
Tell me, what they mad fo'?
Come around the hood, see us sittin' there lookin' good
Tell me, what they mad fo'?
'Cause you be on the radio soundin' like you made a million dollars
(Yeah, time to start puttin' grown-ass men on time out)
Ayy, tell me, what they mad fo'? Huh
Tell me, what they mad fo'?
(Go to the corner and cry somewhere, man)
Tell me, what they mad fo'?
(Old, old insecure ass, nigga, yo' heart pump Kool-Aid, man)
Tell me, what they mad fo'? Huh
(What you mad at me for? Luda)
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
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 (And the winner is, woo!)
Seven-figure movie deals, eight-figure bank runs
And I'm still feedin' the same hood that I came from (Yeah!)
Any car that you got, I've already drove
Any chick that you hit, my nigga, I've already hoed (I did, ow!)
Say it with your chest like these diamonds in my charm
Name on my headphones, label tatted on my arm (Oh!)
Air traffic control say, “Ludacris is insane”
That nigga daughter's birthday's the tail number on his plane (Tell 'em, real talk)
Fuck with me, but nobody fuckin' with me
Takin' a shot of cognac, more millions, real G's, chug it with me
If I'm happy, there's no reason you should be sad for (Why?)
So will somebody, can somebody please
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