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Yeah I see you niggas hatin But I'm getting mines regardless I pull up in some shit you know you can't afford I made a lot of dough and I'm gon make some more I'm shinin on you niggas, yeah I know you see And I guess that's what you hatin for You ain't got no hoes, no money And I guess that's what you hatin for But a lil nigga rocked up and these bitches love me And I guess that's what you hatin for Aye look, I started off from that box Chevy Now the boy ridin in the 6 Yeah I'm talkin that beam homie, got feds thinkin I'm flippin bricks Like how the fuck did that lil nigga started getting money like crackers And I never needed no handouts, so no co-signs from these rappers nah Fuck fame, I need gwap Fuck sex, I need the top Yeah that's really what I told yo bitch and had her suckin on me like a tootsy pop I'm in the strip where they push and pop The lifestyle of a young nigga And now they jackin my flow dawg I ain't got a kid but I stunt niggas And I find it funny how some niggas be talkin more than these bitches do SongtexteI guess you niggas got no life and you boys fucked without shit to do But see that homie start Twitter hatin But really dawg, that's just motivatin It make a nigga wanna shit on yall They wanna see me fall, yeah I know they waitin And these jealous nigga, man I know it's Satan But the Lord got me so I'm never stressin To be alive, that's the biggest blessing So while I'm here I can't waste a second I'm on my shit and I won't never slack Came from the slums and I ain't going back I said I'm on my shit and I won't never slack Came from the slums and I ain't going back I promise I pull up in some shit you know you can't afford I made a lot of dough and I'm gon make some more I'm shinin on you niggas, yeah I know you see And I guess that's what you hatin for You ain't got no hoes, no money And I guess that's what you hatin for But a lil nigga rocked up and these bitches love me And I guess that's what you hatin for Lil nigga they was hatin on I wanted that, this is they favorite song Chyeah, I'm what the world been waitin on So when I cut you off don't take it wrong uh What you know bout going out? Head west, head best, DT yell up in a bitch say Yeah I'm fresh to death and fresh til the next life Still at it, clean knife through the red pipe Chyeah, it's a lifestyle LA trips over flight miles And the girl that I'm with got a nice style Keep grills in her mouth and they iced out Yeah, and this is what they hatin for Cus I rap like this and my stack like this Gotta shout out to my haters on a track like this Let me get this straight If you real you real, if you fake you fake Stack it face to face, on my way to a mill I'm so Canada fly, state to state Got some RnB chicks, can't wait to date Appetite for destruction but I scrape the plate Only ride for the fam so they can't relate And I'm finally doin good so they hate that thing Bitch takin shit, name yo top five rappers, I'mma take they place See this city is on and it's thanks to Drake Now they askin who next, I'mma fill in the blank Put a bit in my bank And these hatin ass niggas, tell em give me a break No Betty Croker got cake to make Got models to fuck, got ace to face So I ain't worried bout these bitches, I can get em a place It's like that I pull up in some shit you know you can't afford I made a lot of dough and I'm gon make some more I'm shinin on you niggas, yeah I know you see And I guess that's what you hatin for You ain't got no hoes, no money And I guess that's what you hatin for But a lil nigga rocked up and these bitches love me And I guess that's what you hatin for Aus Songtexte Mania