Artist: Vic Mensa f/ Kanye West Album: Traffic Song: U Mad Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Vic Mensa] + (Kanye West) Oooh, 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?) (Whoa, oh you mad, huh?) [Vic Mensa] Uh-oh uh-oh, 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 twenties, fifties, 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*} 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 SKRRRR~! Who her? I forgot her name [Chorus One: 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?) (Whoa, oh you mad, huh?) [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 "Tru!" 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 than 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 [Chorus Two: 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?) (Ooh, oh you mad, oh you mad, huh?) [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 a corner store Ain't my fault you ain't the man, made a plan, man it was planned They sleepin' 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 Ooh, 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 (shhh) Like where was you last week, my nigga? The fuck was you hidin'? Like I was layin' on my arm, I'm on my side Southside, I'm down to start a riot ("Southside~!") [Chorus One]