K-pop Lyrics

Huh
Why y'all gotta be mad at me
Mustard on the beat, ho

Top down Down
Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now Now
100K for the smile Ooh, yeah
Quit the hatin'
when we come 'round Yeah, yeah
And they hope that we gon' stop
The only way is up where we go
We don't get enough, no, no No
Why you mad at us, mad at us Oh
Why you mad at us, mad at us Mad
Why you mad at us, mad at us Mad at us
Why you mad at us, mad at us Okay

Know you hate, I should motivate
I got more to make
sorry for the wait, know your place
Say she love the taste
y'all don't wanna race
My new whip straight from outer space
New bitch bad, yours outta shape
I know why they mad
'cause they down bad
She call you her nigga
but she call me daddy
Wonder why I'm always postin'
shit online laughin'
You be posted up on IG sad
Puff, puff, pass, shawty so bad
Had to get her number
she had so much ass
Give good brain
but she don't go to class
Drink it out the bottle
she don't want no glass
My bankroll's bigger
than your man's Yeah, yup
My watch look sicker
than your man's Yeah, yup
If I ain't take time just to flex, girl
I wouldn't be the nigga that I am
Haha

Top down Down
Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now
Now, yeah, yup
100K for the smile Ooh, yeah
Quit the hatin'
when we come 'round Yeah, yeah
And they hope that we gon' stop
The only way is up where we go
We don't get enough, no, no
No, ooh, yeah
Why you mad at us, mad at us Oh
Why you mad at us, mad at us Mad, ah
Why you mad at us
mad at us Hey, mad at us
Why you mad at us, mad at us Ayy

I'm poppin' tags, I ain't taggin' hoes
rich, what I'm mad for
I don't wanna fight, but if you run up
then I'm draggin' hoes
Why you think I want your boo
Who the fuck you talkin' to
I would never ever fuck a nigga
who would fuck with you Ew
Bitch, I'm expensive
my hair and nails cost a ticket
You wanna fuck with me, book me
you talkin' shit, but ain't at me Huh
And I ain't droppin' no addy
you can't know where I live
I got a whole lot of cheese
and I don't need rats at the crib Ah
I'm a bad bitch Yeah
and you a mad bitch Ugh
Put the baddest bitch next to Megan
I make her average
Bitch, I'm in a drop-top coupe
goin' fast in it Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Rich nigga get behind me
I'ma put my back in it Baow, baow, baow
I got him real heated Yeah
I know he wanna fuck me
but I only let him eat it Mwah
And every time he send a long text
I never read it Huh
I see how hard she tryin'
but your girl could never be me
Ah, mwah

Top down Down
Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now Now
100K for the smile Ooh, yeah
Quit the hatin'
when we come 'round Yeah, yeah
And they hope that we gon' stop
The only way is up where we go
We don't get enough, no, no
No, ooh, yeah
Why you mad at us, mad at us Oh
Why you mad at us, mad at us Mad
Why you mad at us, mad at us Mad at us
Why you mad at us, mad at us