Haterz
Glasses Malone, Birdman, Lil Wayne
Yeah yeah (yessir)
Bad ass blue division, baby (su-woo)
So crazy around here right now nigga
(Eastside) it's like Kobe and Shaq
(ya dig?) G and Weezy bitch
Who banging the squad Cash Money the team
Young Money All-Stars muthafuckas
(Young Mula baby) Pay attention nigga, yeah
I'm in the club going dumb something
Clean out front like uhhh
You know them haterz gon like that
Looking so damn fly sending corks
Through the sky like ahhh
You know them haterz gon like that
Spend a hundred on my timepiece so
If you ain't a dimepiece
Whoa, you know them haterz gon like that
Shit but that just how it goes when
A nigga getting dough like ohhh
You know them haterz gon like that
I hear you talking hater but
You ain't saying nothing
I hear you talking hater but
You ain't saying nothing
I hear you talking hater but
You ain't saying nothing
Man I let them keep talking
As long as muthafucka walking
I'm a grown ass man, you wanna to see ID
Filthy rich on the floor fuck VIP
Got my hand on my drink
Other hand on my waist
Two-stepping to the beat I chuck my
Set in niggas face like ohh
This beat got me bouncing like a check
In my Crown Holder jeans cost
A stack on my specs
I'm looking like money if I see
It than I'm stacking it
Your wife in my scope and
My shot is so accurate
You niggas like activists appealing
To the psyche
Man Malone will get it jerkin I
'Just Do It' like Nike
Seein really with the fighting and
I'm really with the business
I'm married to the game man God as my Witness
Weezy F naturally born baby
Prp's, SB's, matching shirt, maybe
White T, neck V, glasses are Versace
Married to the Mob but I'm a bachelor baby
Love is in the air I put on a gas mask
I rather be head first than an ass last
I'm a gorilla call me Sasquatch
And I keep my army with me like MASH
Light up the purp pass it like Steve Nash
Bitch I'm so hot I'll give
Your ass a heat rash
Young Money boy I'm on 03' cash
Such a CEO like my homie D-Dash
Yeah we mash like Pac and the Outlaws
And we stand-up and try not to down-fall
I'm trying to reach my goal like a round ball
Freddy Adu anything for the crown ya'll
Or David Beckham only pay'em or respect'em
Pop one, pop two
Bitch I'm on a triple decker
Icicle on my necklace on my cashmere sweater
Keep a shotgun I'm a Hunter like Heather
Yessir shut up and listen to the professor
Or it could get ugly like Esther
Whether in the South or
That West Coast weather
I'm popping, Malone and Stockton
If you got a fly ride put your
Keys in the sky scream ahhh
You know them haterz gonna like that
If you feeling like a star spend a
Thousand at the bar scream oooh
You know them haterz gonna like that
If it's hundreds in your pursue ass
Hiking up your shirt scream ahhh
You know them haterz gonna like that
If your girl is a duck and
Your hair is whipped up scream oooh
You know them haterz gonna like that
Dropped a hundred on the watch
Couple hundred on the chain
Whip our front cost half of whole thang
Drop head rows with the automatic doors
Fifty on my pinky twenty five on my hoes
Stunner man been balling since the 80's
Bought fifty whips bought one for my lady
Bet your bottom dollar jewels ain't flaws
Cash Money ball to you fall
CMB nigga
Written by: CHARLES PENNIMAN, LIL WAYNE, M REVIERELyrics © Royalty NetworkLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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