I AIN'T MAD AT CHA Lyrics

Change, shit

I guess change ain't good for any of us

Whatever it take to get y'all boys out the hood

I ain't mad at ya, just do your thing boy

Be great

Unh

Cardell, Cardell, Cardell

Okay

Unh, unh, unh, unh

Had to get a bag and then I blew it up

Left a nigga down and now they askin' what I'm doin' up

Brody poundin' stacks, I told my nigga he could move it up

Yeah, my dawg an addy, I got bold and started chewin' up

I can't even talk about the things I did, I'm done from it

Used to duck them charges like Sha'Carri had to run from it

Now we chasin' back and throwin' guns just for the fun of it

Yeah, he used to hatin', now the money do want some of it

Hold on, hold on, I'ma pop out

I got the Rollie on my wrist, so nigga, you gon' watch out

I did the dash and crashed the whip, so nigga, I'ma hop out

Red and blue shoes, I'm not 12, but I'm a cop now

And all they do is talk now

I can't fuck with niggas, cause y'all niggas just be too funny

Money never sad, but you know that I got blue money

I ain't tryna brag, I wipe his nose, it was too runny

Got them niggas mad, now they gone, fuck them two dummies

But I ain't mad at ya, I got the stash and I threw another bag at ya

And your friends got you happy, oh, it's gas in ya

I know them niggas, they be jealous, I be smashin' ya

And I ain't passin' ya, yes, I ain't mad at ya

I got the stash, and I threw another bag at ya

And your friends got you happy, oh, it's gas in ya

I know them niggas, they be jealous, I be smashin' ya

And I ain't passin' ya, but I ain't mad at ya

But I'm a damager

Shout-out to my cousin, he my OG and my manager

He taught me what I know with livin' life just like an amateur

Called my nigga Jay, he finna throw another bandz at ya

Nigga was an amateur, I was on the block when I really wasn't supposed to be

Now I'm at the top, I see how everybody notice me

Always staying fresh, because you know that's how the motives be

K Smoove on my arm, and baby girl, yeah, you should know it's me

Sometimes I just don't know what to say, nigga

But like a bench warmer, I don't really play, nigga

I got my chopper just in case I gotta spray, niggas

Just like a mannequin, you know that nigga fake, nigga

That shit ain't okay, nigga, beam with a scope, shawty

You know I love it when you clean like some soap, shawty

I know you hate it when I'm always saying no, shawty

If it ain't me, then I can't see yourself with nobody

Acting like a hoe shawty

But I ain't mad at ya, I got the stash, and I'm threw another bag at ya

And your friend got you happy, yo, it's Gass in ya

I know them niggas, they be jealous, I be smashing ya

And I ain't passing ya, cause I ain't mad at ya

I got the stash, and I'm throw another bag at ya

And your friend got you happy, yo, it's Gass in ya

I know them niggas, they be jealous, I be smashing ya

And I ain't passing ya, but I ain't mad at ya

I got the stash, and I'm throw another bag at ya

And your friend got you happy, yo, it's Gass in ya

I know them niggas, they be jealous, I be smashing ya

And I ain't passing ya, because I ain't mad at ya

I got the stash, and I'm throw another bag at ya

And your friends got you happy, yo it's gas in ya

I know them niggas they be jealous , I be smashing ya

But I ain't passing ya , cuz I ain't mad at cha