Letra da Música U Mad (Feat. Kanye West) de Vic Mensa

[Intro: Vic Mensa & Kanye West]
Ooh I don't need y'all either
Ooh don't wanna talk about it
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Like I don't know nobody
I guess I don't
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
She gon' be mad right? Ain't that too bad, right?
Wanna catch that cab, right? Take back that bag, right?
I guess that she just gon' go buy herself
that purse, that purse
I guess that she just gon' go swipe
buy her self worth, that? s cold
Now I'm the villain, nah really I'm just chillin'
Tryna stack these 20s, 50s, hundreds
millions, to the ceilin'
Mary, Mary all I need, pussy, money, weed
And all my women in doubles, I'm at the Doubletree
All I hear hoes callin' out wildin'
on the road like every day
We everywhere, any day and anywhere
that the money say
No questions, no questions please, just on your knees
Blow, don't sneeze, bitch shut up, don't breathe
Gasp, on the gas, 'til I crash
autopsy said that nigga mashed
All praise to Allah, not Ramadan but these bitches fast
Fuck in the party, pull up her skirt, then skrr
Who her? I forgot her name

[Hook: Vic Mensa & Kanye West]
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Ooh like, ooh like I don't know nobody
Like I don't know nobody, like I don't know nobody
Oh you mad, huh?
I guess I don't
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
There go another lawsuit
In court so much, man I should've went to law school
Everybody brawlin', it was all cool
'Til I hit the bartender with the barstool
I don't fuck with fake dudes wearin' fake Trues
I just talked to 2 Chainz and he said, "Truu! "
I feel like Mj, I'm in his shoes
I'm talkin' Montell Jordan, this is how we do
Bust a nigga head and then I lay low
These niggas ass-water, get the Drano
She ain't really bad, she a photo thot
I should hire this bitch, she so damn good at Photoshop
That Lexapro got me drowsy, then a heart attack
I think they finally think got me where they want me at
I got 700 emails in my inbox
What that mean? I ain't callin' nobody back

[Hook: Vic Mensa & Kanye West]
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Ooh like, ooh like I don't know nobody
Like I don't know nobody, like I don't know nobody
I guess I don't
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?

[Verse 3: Vic Mensa]
I be catchin' too many stares this evening
God fearin' but God knows I'm on a roll
At the Louvre in Paris, still be on the block
like the corner store
Ain't my fault you ain't the man, made a plan
man it was planned
They sleeping on me like long flights
I pop a Xan on the way to France
Paparazzi like, "Oh that's him! ", pour that gin
let's get faded
Drinkin' like it's no tomorrow, what's today?
I'm in the Matrix
Hater, please let me live my life, swear to God
I be tryna do right
But if she bad I might hit a bitch in the elevator
like Ray Rice
Uh, y'all pay the price, I pay the difference
it's just different
Savemoney, ain't nothin' different
gunshots and jumpin' fences
Hold on, I'm tryna get loose
please don't get shit confused
Ask Don C, I've been lit, this 'Ye shit just lit the fuse
Now I'm on fire, everybody go quiet
Like where was you last week?
My nigga the fuck was you hidin'?
Like I was laying on my arm, I'm on my side
South side, I'm down to start a riot

[Hook: Vic Mensa & Kanye West]
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Ooh like, ooh like I don't know nobody
Like I don't know nobody, like I don't know nobody
Oh you mad, huh?
I guess I don't
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?