M lyrics

Artist  : Chingy 
Song : M



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Madd @ Me"



[Chorus]

They mad at me

Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at
me)

Good got Jordan’s, the sun in my Range
(they mad at me)

Pass by don’t speak to the hatas (they mad
at me)

House got marble floors and escalators (they mad
at me)

Guess they ain’t neva seen a playa (they
mad at me)

My girl in Luis that and Fendi this (they mad at
me)



[Verse 1]

Ain’t my fault, smooth

Can’t eve ride down the street without
somebody screamin

The woman love me and even the fellas be
teamin

But see I hate male groupies, so jus steop the
hell off

Look but don’t touch as I bail off,
handle, wheel, and the clutch

I love what I’m doin ?? Support me and
stop the hate

If I gave you 50 Gs to shut up you’d be
straight

Sike, It won’t happen

Look hurr I ain’t jus rappin

I make it happen, like a captain, 2nd to none,
I’m draftin

Holdin my own, I’m grown and do what I
choose to

Ya like the blueberry Bentley

Though I ain’t hurr to amuse you

I got a safe in a place you will prolly never
find it

Bein mad at me like bein mad at the game

I designed it



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Ay, look at the rims on that car (tire
screech)

Uh, dubs rub the cizzurb

Got the drink and izzerb

Floatin thought the city, man I gottz leave the
subizzurb

Man, with the tvs and the wood expand, front to
back

Plus and that flat flask black max, in the trunk
you pump

Never take what I earn 

Jus made a million plus, we got money to burn

Catch me in the quarter ?? Wit the triple arm

Hoppin out G’d up, dangling my DTP
charm

Gotta get in and I’m wit it, it’s a
must

I talk it, you see that gold

If you want it, it’s a must

You walk it

Baby blue Benz, old school, 74 hoe next to the
blue and grey Rolls wit the blue and grey
doles

Yea



[Chorus]



Yo, national bridge I’m headin to

Uh, O’Fallon mark the spot

On Sunday Buck be heated

Cuz we peep 2s that’ll make you need to
live or treat it

I hustle wit the raps like ounces of crack

Weigh it to my playa, sharp fools play it up

Never let a freak stroll, keep hoes on hold

Jus to talk to me, exciting like the Rams
Superbowl 

And I put that on goals if I don’t blow
now I’ma repo this whole industry and its
gon go down

W’sup wit it 

See me glow in the dark

Catch me in the Northwest plaza buyin up the
large

I paid my dues, don’t get mad, jus let me
ball

When they see lil Howard they gon be like
naaaawww



[Chorus]