Y U Mad

Em Am G B7
          Huh?
Em Am                    G       
      Why y'all gotta be mad at 
  B7
me?

(Mustard on the beat, ho)


[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz 
Khalifa]
Em  Am         G
     Top down (Down)
      B7
Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now (Now)
Em   Am                    G
  100K for the smile (Ooh, yeah)
         B7                        
Quit the hatin' when we come 'round
  Em    Am
 (Yeah, yeah)
         G                 B7
And they hope that we gon' stop
                Em            Am
The only way is up where we go
              G           B7
We don't get enough, no, no (No)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us?
 (Oh)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us?
 (Mad)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us?
 (Mad at us)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us?
 (Okay)


[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Em                         Am
   Know you hate, I should motivate
             G                   
I got more to make, sorry for the 
     B7
wait, know your place
                 Em                
Say she love the taste, y'all don't
           Am
 wanna race
My new whip straight from outer 
G
space
          B7
New bitch bad, yours outta shape
Em                Am
  I know why they mad, 'cause they 
down bad
G                  B7
  She call you her nigga, but she 
call me daddy
Em                            Am
Wonder why I'm always postin' shit 
online laughin'
G                   B7
You be posted up on IG sad
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Em                Am
Puff, puff, pass, shawty so bad
G                          B7
Had to get her number, she had so 
much ass
Em                       Am
Give good brain, but she don't go to
 class
G                                  
Drink it out the bottle, she don't 
B7
want no glass
Em              Am               
  My bankroll's bigger than your 
             G
man's (Yeah, yup)
              B7                   
My watch look sicker than your 
         Em
man's (Yeah, yup)
           Am                      
If I ain't take time just to flex, 
     G                  B7
girl, I wouldn't be the nigga that I
 am



[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Wiz Khalifa 
& Megan Thee Stallion]
Em  Am         G
     Top down (Down)
      B7
Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now (Now, 
yeah, yup)
Em   Am                    G
  100K for the smile (Ooh, yeah)
         B7                        
Quit the hatin' when we come 'round
  Em    Am
 (Yeah, yeah)
         G                 B7
And they hope that we gon' stop
                Em            Am
The only way is up where we go
              G           B7
We don't get enough, no, no (No, 
ooh, yeah)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us?
 (Oh)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us?
 (Mad, ah)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us?
 (Hey, mad at us)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us?
 (Ayy)


[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
            Em                   
I'm poppin' tags, I ain't taggin' 
       Am
hoes, rich, what I'm mad for?
G                               
I don't wanna fight, but if you run 
B7
up, then I'm draggin' hoes
Em                             Am
Why you think I want your boo? Who 
the fuck you talkin' to?
G                         B7
I would never ever fuck a nigga who 
would fuck with you (Ew)
Em                                
Bitch, I'm expensive, my hair and 
Am
nails cost a ticket
          G                        
You wanna fuck with me, book me, 
          B7
you talkin' shit, but ain't at me 
(Huh?)
            Em                    
And I ain't droppin' no addy, you 
Am
can't know where I live
        G                        
I got a whole lot of cheese and I 
       B7
don't need rats at the crib (Ah)
          Em                     
I'm a bad bitch (Yeah), and you a 
     Am
mad bitch (Ugh)
        G                          
Put the baddest bitch next to 
             B7
Megan, I make her average
                Em                 
Bitch, I'm in a drop-top coupe 
  Am
goin' fast in it (Skrrt, skrrt, 
skrrt)
           G                       
Rich nigga get behind me, I'ma put 
   B7                      Em
my back in it (Baow, baow, baow)
               Am
                G                  
I know he wanna fuck me, but I only
         B7
 let him eat it (Mwah)
                  Em               
And every time he send a long text,
         Am
 I never read it (Huh)
                   G               
I see how hard she tryin', but your
                  B7
 girl could never be me
    Em
Ah, mwah


[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
    Am    G
Top down (Down)
      B7
Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now (Now)
Em   Am                    G
  100K for the smile (Ooh, yeah)
         B7                        
Quit the hatin' when we come 'round
  Em    Am
 (Yeah, yeah)
         G                 B7
And they hope that we gon' stop
                Em            Am
The only way is up where we go
              G           B7
We don't get enough, no, no (No, 
ooh, yeah)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us?
 (Oh)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us?
 (Mad, ah)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us?
 (Hey, mad at us)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us?
 (Ayy)