Mad Fo
Chris Brown Lyrics


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You know one thing I hate?
It's when a person come up to
Me or I hear somebody say, "It must be nice"
You know my answer that is
"You must be a hater"
Tell me why you mad fo' (Remo the Hitmaker)
Hey, listen here, Luda, we
Gotta keep it real, boy
We gon' do it like this, baby
Listen here, you know what I'm saying? Luda

Tell me what they mad fo'
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause
You be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Yeah, time to start putting grown-ass
Men on time out tell me what they mad fo'
Huh? Tell me what they mad fo'
Go to the corner and cry somewhere, man
Tell me what they mad fo'
Old insecure ass, nigga, yo
Heart pump Kool-Aid, man
Tell me what they mad fo'
What you mad at me for? Luda

Is it 'cause I got houses on every coast?
Or that I'm on that Forbes list
Makin' rich rappers look broke?
While they're blowin' that smoke, I'm
Blowin' a couple million
Makin' a killin' stuntin' on impostors
Only rapper in the game with
A Grammy and an Oscar (and the winner is)
7-figure movie deals, 8 figure bank runs
And I'm still feedin' the same
Hood that I came from (yeah)
Any car that you got, I've already drove
Any chick that you hit, my nigga
I've already hoed (I did, ow)
Say it with your chest like
These diamonds in my charm
Name on my headphones, label tatted on my arm
(oh)
Air traffic control say, "Ludacris is insane"
That niggas daughter's birthday's the tail
Number on his plane (tell 'em, real talk)
Fuck with me but nobody's fuckin' with me
Takin' a shot of my cognac, more millions
Real G's chug it with me if I'm happy
There's no reason you should be sad for
(why?) so will somebody, can somebody please

Tell me what they mad fo', ah
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good, skrrt
Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause
You be on the radio, yeah
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad fo', ha
Tell me what they mad fo'
Is you niggas hatin' 'cause you mad
Or is you mad 'cause you hatin'?
Tell me what they mad fo' choose one, hater
Tell me what they mad fo'

Now if these niggas hatin' on me
I'ma kill 'em dead
If I wasn't rappin' I'd be
Probably be in the feds
In the cell, gettin' mail
With a million dollar bail
But instead of countin' blues
I'ma take this YSL
And this Gucci, and this Louis
Prada 'cause I'm hotter
I used to ball in Philly
With that nina Iguodala
I beefs up in my Beamer
Check aboard my collar (skrrt)
And when I check my bank account
I'm checkin' for them commas
I'm like all these niggas haters
All these bitches fuckin'
At 24 I went and bought a
Ghost like it was nothin'
At 25 I bought that Aston Martin
Now we stuntin'
And you nigga still talkin'
All this money, shit, you bluffin'
You bluffin', you bluffin'
I really think you bluffin'
100, 000 dollars
Magnum bottles just crush 'em
Now tell me why you hatin'?
You hatin' 'cause you mad?
Or is you mad because you hatin'? Boy
You sad

Tell me what they mad fo'
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause
You be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad fo'
Huh, tell me what they mad fo'
Tell me what they mad fo'
Tell me what they mad fo'
Haha, look, yeah, okay

I see why you mad
I'm countin' all this money
And I'm poppin' all these
Tags, hoppin' to it, fuckin' bunnies
Real nigga, one hundred, you tryna do it
I done it i spit sick on this rap shit
Make 'em sick to they stomach
I'm clean, man, you hate
Mad 'cause I make it keep it
Real with a real nigga
I got racks on racks and a black Maybach
Call it black on black 'cause I kill niggas
In the club, all girls, no niggas
Don't talk to me 'cause I
Ain't really tryna hear niggas
In the coupe, it's the truth and the roof
Go poof, vamoose, I can make it disappear
Nigga
See this the type of shit that I be sayin'
Just because I'm ballin'
That don't mean a nigga playin'
Yup, haters can blow me like a fan
Flyer than a bitch
I don't think I'ma ever land
But in the meantime, baby, what's your plan?
You can call me daddy but
I can't be your man
Fiendin' like the addicts, when
I pull it out, they panic
Bi-bi-bitch, I do damage
You gon' need an ambulance

Tell me what they mad fo'
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause
You be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad fo'
Huh, tell me what they mad fo' showtime
Tell me what they mad fo'
Put one hand in the air if you know somebody
That's mad at you right now for no reason
Tell me what they mad fo'
Can you hear me now? Ayy

Ayy, ridin' around in my Jeep
Bumpin' that 2Pac (ayy, ayy)
I'm walkin' around in my hood
Cocked back two Glocks (bam)
98 in my status, I came back
I'm the baddest
Christian's on my feet, I told you
I'm the baddest (damn, ayy)
All the way in Paris, don't talk
You'll get embarrassed (yeah)
My watch is fuckin' up, yeah
You get embarrassed (ayy)
500 hunnid on them racks
Pulled out them stacks (get 'em, Gs)
Niggas talkin' crazy, drop top Maybachs (ow)
My life is just ludicrous, sucker
You just new to this
430's pullin' up, godddamn we do this shit
Chickens and the waffles
Chillin' in the villa
Bumpin' Ludaversal, gettin' that scrilla

Tell me what they mad fo'
Huh, come around the hood, ayy
See us sitting there looking good
Ladies and gentleman
Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause
You be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Ha, tell me what they mad fo' yuugh
Tell me what they mad fo' woo
Tell me what they mad fo' hey Luda
You know why these haters mad right?
Tell me what they mad fo'
The truth shall set you free

If you sellin' all the records and
You fuckin' all the bitches
And you sit a top of the charts
And you livin' out your wishes
With your chains all smothered and
Your watches all glittered
And your Ghost and your Phantoms
All comin' home to visit
Or maybe 'cause your bitches was
Never really your bitches
With your baby mama fuckin' every
Rapper in the business
Niggas sayin' you was better when the
Drugs was in your system
Now your crack swag gone ever
Since you came from prison
Got you tweetin' all stupid
Is you skatin', is you dissin'?
Found out your Ghost leased and
Your Phantom just rented
Won't need it in your name like
Pac when he went missin'
Makaveli lives on so I'm
Ridin' on you bitches
Hail Mary be the witness, Lord Willin'
I was dealin'
Stupid motherfuckin' five star
Tatted on his ceilin' bulls eye
Be the motherfuckin' target
For this killin'
Ain't y'all the motherfuckers
With the millions?

Tell me what they mad fo'
Come around the hood
See us sitting there looking good
Tell me what they mad fo' 'cause
You be on the radio
Sounding like you made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad fo'
Huh, tell me what they mad fo'




Tell me what they mad fo'
Tell me what they mad fo'

Overall Meaning

The song "Mad Fo" by Chris Brown featuring Ludacris and Remo the Hitmaker is a braggadocious track that tackles the topic of haters. The chorus asks the question "Tell me what they mad fo'" with Brown and Ludacris each taking a verse to boast about their wealth and success and expose the insecurities of those who are envious of them. The lyrics also touch on fame, fortune, and the sacrifices made to maintain their celebrity status.


Brown opens the song by expressing his annoyance at people who say "It must be nice" when they see him living the high life. The rapper then dismisses such comments as the work of haters. Ludacris then picks up the mic to make his own boastful statements, revealing that he has houses on every coast, made the Forbes list, and is the only rapper to have a Grammy and an Oscar. The two rappers continue to take jabs at their detractors, with Ludacris dissing those who claim to have as much money as he does and Brown calling them "old insecure a** n****s".


In summary, "Mad Fo" is a song about two successful rappers confidently expressing their wealth and status while questioning the motivations of those who hate on their success.


Line by Line Meaning

You know one thing I hate?
Chris Brown dislikes when somebody says "It must be nice" after seeing him or hearing about his success.


You know my answer that is
His response to this is: "You must be a hater".


Tell me why you mad fo'
Chris Brown asks Remo the Hitmaker why people hate on success instead of celebrating it.


Gotta keep it real, boy
Ludacris is speaking to someone and tells him that they need to be honest.


Is it 'cause I got houses on every coast?
Ludacris wonders if people are hating on him because of his multiple houses.


Or that I'm on that Forbes list
People may be hating on him because he made it to the Forbes list.


Makin' rich rappers look broke?
Ludacris wants to know if his success makes other famous rappers look poorer.


7-figure movie deals, 8 figure bank runs
Ludacris made a substantial amount of money through his 7-figure movie deals and 8 figure bank runs.


And I'm still feedin' the same
Despite his wealth, Ludacris is still giving back to the community he grew up in.


Any car that you got, I've already drove
Ludacris boasts about driving every possible car he could get his hands on.


Say it with your chest like
Ludacris references his diamonds in his necklace by mentioning "say it with your chest".


Name on my headphones, label tatted on my arm
Ludacris mentions his label and has it tatted on his arm as a permanent symbol.


That niggas daughter's birthday's the tail
He mentions that someone they know has a private jet with a tail number that has his daughter's birthday.


Takin' a shot of my cognac, more millions
Ludacris takes a shot of his cognac and continues to make more money.


Real G's chug it with me if I'm happy
Ludacris invites his friends to chug cognac with him if he is happy.


I'ma kill 'em dead
Chris Brown says he will kill people who hate on him.


In the cell, gettin' mail
He says he would be in jail getting mail if he was not a rapper.


But instead of countin' blues
He says he is counting money instead of being in jail.


I'm clean, man, you hate
Chris Brown thinks people hate on him because he is successful.


Bi-bi-bitch, I do damage
He threatens those who hate on him.


Flyer than a bitch
Chris Brown thinks that he looks cool.


You can call me daddy but
He tells women to call him daddy but not expect more than that.


Hail Mary be the witness, Lord Willin'
He references the "Hail Mary" prayer and trusts in God.


Ain't y'all the motherfuckers with the millions?
He questions why people hate on him and Ludacris since they are millionaires.




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@anakanyanengomana4853

2023, I'm still listening to this banger πŸ™ŒπŸ½

@DopeboyX

Who is on the Hook?

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@alchemyst3218

Luda had the coldest verse on here, he was the most lyrical on this song and his metaphors are always the sickest.

@austinpaula15

Pusha T with the best verse!

@erickjustinkente5780

Austin Paula you are right man. Pusha T killed with the beat

@MrVante247

Dude's cadence and content... Good gawd

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@RodgersXLVmvp

I miss that period from like 08' to 12' when like 4 or 5 of the best rappers in the game would all drop verses on the same song together constantly , that whole remix era , someone would drop a hot radio song , then like 4 rap titans would all hop on it togethrr and blow the original version out of the water.. TI and Luda , Ye and Jay , Wayne , then them other guys like Meek , Drake , Ross , 50 , Jezzy and yo gotti , etc , them were the days .. Now most them guys already got their bag and ran out of stuff to say aftet 20+ yr careers , and a whole new gen have the sound , but it really dont compare , most these new guys cant even rap foreal

@dboyrembert4010

I miss 1996 to 2009 fuck 2010 to 2022 rap ain't the same

@Mrcashflow922

You missed Em

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@iamblackman595

Pusha spoke of this beef years before drake knew it was coming

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