Letras:
Mad In France

spend this shit Southside's up in in this bitch Yeah i smell like the vault I used to sell dope I did play the block Now i play on boats In the south of France

: [Intro:] Di gyal dem a go mad [Chours:] Hey girl a long time me a look yuh Yuh knw from wen mi really wan fi touch yuh, wan fi hook yuh Wine pon di

dreams For pretty girls to buy It's enough to make you mad But it's safer just to break down and cry It's a battlefield Frances You fight or concede

time it be the niggas whos album flop, You know, Boat done sank, and it aint left the dock, (Come on) Mad cause I'm hot, he just mad cause hes not, You

eat fruit, pick it right, off the tree Deep roots in the street, that's right, I'm a G These boots don't walk from the Hill to France Dunn, shout out

rich, I'ma die tryna spend this shit Southside?s up in this bitch Yeah, I smell like the vault, I used to sell dope I did play the block, now I play on boats In the south of France

you be them niggaz who fuckin' album flop You know, boat done sank and it ain't left the dock C'mon, mad 'cause I'm hot, he just mad 'cause he not You

[chorus] [Mike Jones] See all that listenin to them hoes in your ear gotta quit i see they smile when im around when i leave they talk shit they just mad

your money up I gotta stack that paper up, so we can have Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just