mad love

Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?

I'm in love with all my haters, they just make me greater
I can't explain it, you don't like me and I love it (I love it)
You don't like me and I love it (I love it)
You don't like me and I love it

Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
Who-who (you mad)

Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me? (You mad)
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?

Tell me, who's mad at me
Tell me, I want to see (you mad)
Tell me, who's mad at me (you mad)
Tell me, I want to see

Lights, camera, action
Dirty looks on me, I think it's fashion
Your love can be such a distraction
Your hate gives me more satisfaction

Put your hands up
If you know a couple niggas that you can't trust
Say it's all love when it's on camera
But when shit goes down, niggas can't stand up

Is your hands up? It's a man down
Leave a nigga in the field, like he ran routes
Don't cry, don't fuss, give all, not up
Trust God, go cook, give it time, it'll pan out (you mad)

I'm in love with all my haters, they just make me greater
I can't explain it, you don't like me and I-
You don't like me and I
You don't like me and I love
Love, love, love it
Love, love, love, love it
Love, love, love, love it
Love, love, love, love it
Love, love, love, love it

One time for the niggas that hate me (love, love, love, love it)
Love, love, love, love it
Two times for the bitches that hate me (love, love, love, love it)
Love, love, love, love it (yeah)
Gather 'round, gather 'round, gather 'round (love, love, love, love it)
Gather 'round, gather 'round, gather 'round

Breaking news, niggas hate me, I'd hate me too
Breaking news, niggas hate me, I'd hate me too
Breaking news, niggas hate me, I'd hate me too
Breaking news, niggas hate me, I'd hate me too

Chronic people pleaser turned narcissist, I admit I'm in love with all of it
Compliments, talking shit, long as it's about me then we all G
Tats on my neck, and my face and my chest and my waist and she think that I'm sexy
You don't understand me, don't care 'bout no Grammy I'm balling, ho, I need a ESPY
My smile is amazing, my style is amazing, no, they'll never make this on Etsy
I walk in the label like I'm the new savior, not playin', tell Lucian text me
Status alert, take 'em to church, send 'em to Hell, pray for 'em first
Where is my AK? Hand me my purse, spittin' the Uzi, ain't no lil vert
They like: I never seen nothin' like you: It's trippy like takin' a shroom
Head of the table is gettin' removed
It's only a PARTYOF2

Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
Who-who-who-who
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?