Hatin
Rico, yeah, Rico, haha
Yeah, yeah
Kenny!
Yeah, I got bitches on my dick and I ain't even got a dick
Yeah, I know I get 'em sick, I saw your nigga on my hip
This money in a Gucci clip, you know that I don't ever trip
Just got back from another trip, no acrobat, I make it flip
Bitch, I got a family, everybody gotta eat
So keep that shit in mind when you thinkin' about tryin' me
I know what I'm doin', you ain't gotta keep an eye on me
I be countin' money like how they be countin' calories
I got her mad at me, 21, make twenty thousand a show
That's a salary, smokin' green like celery
You can't get the best of me, these white people invest in me
You know I got the recipe
Worst nightmare and your biggest fuckin' enemy
If you feelin' like a boss bitch gone
Go to the club, leave that nigga at home
If you got your own shit, you ain't ever gotta listen to him, girl
Niggas be hatin' on bitches
You know these niggas be hatin' on bitches
You know these niggas be hatin' on bitches
You got your own shit, you ain't ever gotta listen to him, girl
Niggas be hatin' on bitches
I'm the one with the sauce and that's so easy to see
I got 'em in the house wonderin' how it's easy for me
I went from one bedroom apartments in the trenches
To wakin' up and it's Versace all on my pillows, I just don't get it
Just got a quarter million dollar check, I work like I get it
I just got my first crib, it's stainless steel in the kitchen
I be playing with them bags even though that it ain't Christmas
I'm just speakin' straight facts and I hope that you listen
I'm like a star in the sky, they wishin' on me to finish
I knew the money would come to me 'cause my palms kept on itchin'
I knew that bitches were rough on me when I pulled up on bitches
But it's okay 'cause I know the game and I played my position
If you feelin' like a boss bitch gone
Go to the club, leave that nigga at home
If you got your own shit, you ain't ever gotta listen to him, girl
Niggas be hatin' on bitches
You know these niggas be hatin' on bitches
You know these niggas be hatin' on bitches
You got your own shit, you ain't ever gotta listen to him, girl
Niggas be hatin' on bitches
Yeah, yeah
Kenny!
Yeah, I got bitches on my dick and I ain't even got a dick
Yeah, I know I get 'em sick, I saw your nigga on my hip
This money in a Gucci clip, you know that I don't ever trip
Just got back from another trip, no acrobat, I make it flip
Bitch, I got a family, everybody gotta eat
So keep that shit in mind when you thinkin' about tryin' me
I know what I'm doin', you ain't gotta keep an eye on me
I be countin' money like how they be countin' calories
I got her mad at me, 21, make twenty thousand a show
That's a salary, smokin' green like celery
You can't get the best of me, these white people invest in me
You know I got the recipe
Worst nightmare and your biggest fuckin' enemy
If you feelin' like a boss bitch gone
Go to the club, leave that nigga at home
If you got your own shit, you ain't ever gotta listen to him, girl
Niggas be hatin' on bitches
You know these niggas be hatin' on bitches
You know these niggas be hatin' on bitches
You got your own shit, you ain't ever gotta listen to him, girl
Niggas be hatin' on bitches
I'm the one with the sauce and that's so easy to see
I got 'em in the house wonderin' how it's easy for me
I went from one bedroom apartments in the trenches
To wakin' up and it's Versace all on my pillows, I just don't get it
Just got a quarter million dollar check, I work like I get it
I just got my first crib, it's stainless steel in the kitchen
I be playing with them bags even though that it ain't Christmas
I'm just speakin' straight facts and I hope that you listen
I'm like a star in the sky, they wishin' on me to finish
I knew the money would come to me 'cause my palms kept on itchin'
I knew that bitches were rough on me when I pulled up on bitches
But it's okay 'cause I know the game and I played my position
If you feelin' like a boss bitch gone
Go to the club, leave that nigga at home
If you got your own shit, you ain't ever gotta listen to him, girl
Niggas be hatin' on bitches
You know these niggas be hatin' on bitches
You know these niggas be hatin' on bitches
You got your own shit, you ain't ever gotta listen to him, girl
Niggas be hatin' on bitches
Credits
Writer(s): Shawn C. Carter, Timothy Mosely, Maria-cecilia Simone Kelly, Kenneth Charles Iii Blume
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