Em Am G B7
          Huh?
Em Am                    G         B7
      Why y'all gotta be mad at me?

(Mustard on the beat, ho)


[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz Khalifa]
Em  Am         G
     Top down (Down)
      B7
Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now (Now)
Em   Am                    G
  100K for the smile (Ooh, yeah)
         B7                          Em    Am
Quit the hatin' when we come 'round (Yeah, yeah)
         G                 B7
And they hope that we gon' stop
                Em            Am
The only way is up where we go
              G           B7
We don't get enough, no, no (No)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Oh)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad at us)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Okay)


[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Em                         Am
   Know you hate, I should motivate
             G                        B7
I got more to make, sorry for the wait, know your place
                 Em                           Am
Say she love the taste, y'all don't wanna race
                                G
My new whip straight from outer space
          B7
New bitch bad, yours outta shape
Em                Am
  I know why they mad, 'cause they down bad
G                  B7
  She call you her nigga, but she call me daddy
Em                            Am
Wonder why I'm always postin' shit online laughin'
G                   B7
You be posted up on IG sad
Em                Am
Puff, puff, pass, shawty so bad
G                          B7
Had to get her number, she had so much ass
Em                       Am
Give good brain, but she don't go to class
G                                  B7
Drink it out the bottle, she don't want no glass
Em              Am                            G
  My bankroll's bigger than your man's (Yeah, yup)
              B7                            Em
My watch look sicker than your man's (Yeah, yup)
           Am                           G                  B7
If I ain't take time just to flex, girl, I wouldn't be the nigga that I am



[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Wiz Khalifa & Megan Thee Stallion]
Em  Am         G
     Top down (Down)
      B7
Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now (Now, yeah, yup)
Em   Am                    G
  100K for the smile (Ooh, yeah)
         B7                          Em    Am
Quit the hatin' when we come 'round (Yeah, yeah)
         G                 B7
And they hope that we gon' stop
                Em            Am
The only way is up where we go
              G           B7
We don't get enough, no, no (No, ooh, yeah)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Oh)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad, ah)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Hey, mad at us)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Ayy)


[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
            Em                          Am
I'm poppin' tags, I ain't taggin' hoes, rich, what I'm mad for?
G                               B7
I don't wanna fight, but if you run up, then I'm draggin' hoes
Em                             Am
Why you think I want your boo? Who the fuck you talkin' to?
G                         B7
I would never ever fuck a nigga who would fuck with you (Ew)
Em                                Am
Bitch, I'm expensive, my hair and nails cost a ticket
          G                                  B7
You wanna fuck with me, book me, you talkin' shit, but ain't at me (Huh?)
            Em                    Am
And I ain't droppin' no addy, you can't know where I live
        G                               B7
I got a whole lot of cheese and I don't need rats at the crib (Ah)
          Em                          Am
I'm a bad bitch (Yeah), and you a mad bitch (Ugh)
        G                                       B7
Put the baddest bitch next to Megan, I make her average
                Em                   Am
Bitch, I'm in a drop-top coupe goin' fast in it (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
           G                          B7                      Em
Rich nigga get behind me, I'ma put my back in it (Baow, baow, baow)
               Am
                G                           B7
I know he wanna fuck me, but I only let him eat it (Mwah)
                  Em                        Am
And every time he send a long text, I never read it (Huh)
                   G                                 B7
I see how hard she tryin', but your girl could never be me
    Em
Ah, mwah


[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
    Am    G
Top down (Down)
      B7
Shirt open 'cause I'm hot now (Now)
Em   Am                    G
  100K for the smile (Ooh, yeah)
         B7                          Em    Am
Quit the hatin' when we come 'round (Yeah, yeah)
         G                 B7
And they hope that we gon' stop
                Em            Am
The only way is up where we go
              G           B7
We don't get enough, no, no (No, ooh, yeah)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Oh)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Mad, ah)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Hey, mad at us)
Em  Am         G          B7
       Why you mad at us, mad at us? (Ayy)