[Chorus: Trula Meez]

I just sit and wonder why these n***as mad

Everytime you hear me whaaa that's for my
mans

Color money, them blue benji's in my pants

Color money, purple fifty's in my grands

Why you mad, tell me why you mad [x4]
(color money got blue benji's in my pants)

[Verse: Trula Meez]

Purple money college class I got them
grants

Moses got that work I got them bands

My youngins poppin' percs and poppin'
xans

N***as purpin' boy what happened to yo
mans

Want a verse bitch I need money in my
hands

Hot n***a flip this money do my dance

Life is great I'm with some apes they like
Durant

From the source you see this Bape is from
Japan

Color money got blue cheese all in my
pants

If you cross me get a sheet just like the
klan

Ole' boy mad at me cause I'm the man

Why you mad, tell me why you mad

[Chorus: Trula Meez]

Why you mad, tell me why you mad [x4]
(color money got blue benjis in my pants)

[Verse: Dasher]

Tell me what the fuck these n***as mad for

I got money what the fuck am I gone rat for

Moved a hundred bricks and binos raises
ran for it

Transport, inport, export

Fuck school I had a zip up in my jansport

To even come up on the hill you need a
passport

N***as aint worried bout the feds or the
task force

Fuck the cops I call the shots off the back-
board

A1 D in OKC, Kevin Durant

I get my cake and then I skate off in my
Vans

Driving with no hands counting bands

I like my chicken with blue cheese don't do
no ranch

[Chorus: Trula Meez]

I just sit and wonder why these n***as mad

Everytime you hear me whaaa that's for my
mans

Color money, them blue benji's in my pants

Color money, purple fifty's in my grands

[Verse: Eddro]

Ask my mom, she gone tell you he went
and got his own funds

Sixteen moved out her crib and living by
my lonesome

We sold coke, dope, and weed n***as
never sold guns

Roadrun for whole ones that make my
junkie's nose run

Why you mad n***a tell me what you mad
for

Your life is just some shit that I'ma spend a
band for

Half a chicken I'ma whip it 'til my hand sore

They pay me first it got me feeling like the
landlord

Why you mad because you broke i got a
bag

He prolly mad because he know I shot his
mans

Fuck employment got it out this pot and
glass

Ain't tryna talk unless that shit about a bag

[Chorus: Trula Meez]

Why you mad, tell me why you mad [x4]
(color money got blue benjis in my pants)

[Outro: Trula Meez]

Color money, green twenties blue hundreds

Color money, purple fifties who want it

Color money, green twenties blue hundreds

Color money, purple fifties who want it