Mad As F*ck Cordae

[Intro]
Pff-ha, pff-ha, pff-ha, pff-ha

[Chorus]
Ayy, y'all got me mad as fuck
Bills on bills comin' in, that shit been addin' up
Uh, say you love me (Woo), where my name? Go and tat' me up
You won't see me drivin' my new whip, because it's matted up
New bitch with me, oh my God, know she bad as fuck
New Ferrari, nine hundred horsepower (Ooh), saddle up
Y'all ain't rich enough to beef with us, go get your cattle up
And I don't fuck with niggas, man, don't even try to dap me up
Black diamonds on me, man, this shit straight out of Africa

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I keep the count, count, count, you think I'm Dracula
That thirty quick to flip a nigga a patty, like a spatula (Ha)
Bougie shawty, said she love my Maryland vernacular
My nigga keep the Uzi like JT, it get to actin' up (Pop)
Bought my mom a Beamer, yeah, shе used to whip that Acura truck (Skrrt)
Had to get a new crib, 'causе my old crib was inadequate (For real)
Suitland Station, where a young nigga had to catch the bus (On God)
We ask all the bitches who the hottest, they all said it's us
Yeah, ayy, coupe cost a cool quarter mill' (Let's go)
My Lamborghini color orange teal
New crib paid by the touring deal
Took your dream girl on a fuckin' date
I still show up late like Lauryn Hill
Then I hit her good in my penthouse
Told her, "Get out", like Jordan Peele
My goodness, my God, my life no facade
Six car garage, Bentley, I drive (Skrrt)
Big check on big check, split that with the guys
Halle Berry my vibe, but this bitch got me tired