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?