[intro]
Why you have to be mad?

(mustard on the beat, ho)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Top down (top down)
Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now
Hundred G's for the smile (hundred G's for the smile)
Quit the hatin' when we come 'round (come round)
And they hope that we gon' stop
The only way is up where we go
We don't get enough, no, ho
Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad at us)
Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad at us)
Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad at us)
Why you mad at us, mad at us?

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Rolling up Kate Kaye that's the right pack
Falling in a 10 p rolls where the light at
And my neck swear the lights at
Just for the night if she bite imma bite back (imma bite back)
Know I write raps fresh in town
Living life and I'm like that (and I'm like that)
Cute face with a nice rack
Curve what they getting
End of day got me twice that
So wavy you need a life jacket (need a life jacket)
You ain't even in my tax bracket (tax bracket)
More than half of you was ass backwards
We ain't let you in the game
You still need practice (you still need practice)
Why you mad at us?
Imma get a hundred grand and back it up
Tryna be the one but she ain't bad enough
Shorty where you goin need to back it up (need to back it up)
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Megan Thee Stallion]
Top down (top down)
Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now
Hundred G's for the smile (hundred G's for the smile)
Quit the hatin' when we come 'round (come round)
And they hope that we gon' stop
The only way is up where we go
We don't get enough, no, ho
Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad at us)
Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad at us)
Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad at us)
Why you mad at us, mad at us? (ay, ay, ay, look)
(hot girl)

[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ay, I know why you mad at me
When I see a broke ho hating gotta laugh at it
Bitch I'm in the drop-top coupe goin fast in it
Rich n***a get behind me, imma put my back in it (baow baow)
Wobble it wobble it then I shake it I shake it
He said I heard you the hottie
And wanna know if you take it
I told him I'm into money
And I don't fuck with no goofy
If you want me in the sections
You gotta lose all the groupies
Because I'm bad and I know dat, hide any confirmation
Its a million n***as tryna give me conversation
Bitch I'm poppin and paid, and you poor and you pressed
Only haters get happy when other people depressed
(ay, look) I know why you mad
N***a prolly talking shit cuz he couldn't bag me
Boy I gotta whole lotta money in the bank
Young rich bitch ain't impressed by no chains huh (ah)
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Megan Thee Stallion]
Top down (hey yuh)
Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now (hey ah)
Hundred G's for the smile (yuh yuh yuh)
Quit the hatin' when we come 'round (come round) (mwah)
And they hope that we gon' stop
The only way is up where we go
We don't get enough, no, ho
Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad at us)
Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad at us)
Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad at us)
Why you mad at us, mad at us?