Hated
Run up this cash every week
New money just from swiping a piece
Bad bitch she be weak on her knees
Codeine turn sprite into lean
Og's they be throwing up C's
Old me never got to the green
New me getting rich with the team
Big bag life ain't what it seem
Feel like Lebron I go hard in da paint
Give a damn what a fuck nigga think
I pour up 4 I be sipping that drank
Just copped a new ice blue mink
Dripping so hard a bitch feel like a sink
Me and zay we be smoking that dank
I tried to scam couldn't work at the bank
Got so much ice a bitch feel like a rink
I got racks people asking for cash now
Took her shopping and I blew her back out
When we fucking I'm pulling her tracks out
She so freaky she sucking the gat now
In the bed she be screaming my name loud
Ain't no pussy so I can't back down
I was trapping when u was a clown
It's the present don't look at my background
Run up this bag everyday
These niggas hate
Ima find a better way
Opp niggas ain't what they say
They like to act
Kinda sum like a play
6 feet deep where they lay
These niggas plot
So I gotta keep a K
Ima go hard for the gang
I cannot switch
Most of these niggas laamee
My wrist is on ice i can change the weather
Now this money can buy me whatever
Get to that bread yea im bout my cheddar
Rich life living better
Ya bitch wanna fuck so i told her whatever
I wish that i never met her
Mama told me that it'll get better
But my niggas ain living forever
If i catch em in traffic
You know we cause havoc
I'm waving my stick so he think i do magic
I'm Fucking his bitch everyday its a habit
I'm wrapping up cuz ion wanna be magic
This coupe is a classic
This bih switching lanes
If 12 every catch me i'm changing my name
These niggas is lame these bitches the same
Don't play with me because i know the game
Pour up bout half of the bottle in faygo
Finna go buy a new draco
Can't fuck with these bitches cuz bitches be stank hoes
Ain got no time for a lame hoe
My wallet a book i be flipping thru pages
Iced out rolly it got diffrent faces
bitch on my line and i know she a chaser
I got bitches in all diffrent flavors
She a thot and she want me to save her
But i'm sorry i'm chasing this paper
I'm saving money for now and for later
But i can't save cuz nigga im spending
Pull out kick her out when im finish
All this drip that i got on my linen
Bb strap to the balmain denim
Roll up a wood and it got zombies in it
I don't wanna talk baby i'm impatient
Always watching cuz I know they hating
You not different lil baby you basic
In this lifestyle it feel like we racing
Run up you get smoked like Jamaicans
If it's not money no we not chasing
I be fresh ash all this drip, it be Goyard
When I'm at her crib she tryna fuck, she wear no braw
When i'm in da booth and I spit, I go so hard
We be swerving fast switching lanes, ain't no go karts
Me and my niggas gon grind we ain't wasting no time, we tryna go far
Run up this cash every week
New money just from swiping a piece
Bad bitch she be weak on her knees
Codeine turn sprite into lean
Og's they be throwing up C's
Old me never got to the green
New me getting rich with the team
Big bag life aint what it seem
New money just from swiping a piece
Bad bitch she be weak on her knees
Codeine turn sprite into lean
Og's they be throwing up C's
Old me never got to the green
New me getting rich with the team
Big bag life ain't what it seem
Feel like Lebron I go hard in da paint
Give a damn what a fuck nigga think
I pour up 4 I be sipping that drank
Just copped a new ice blue mink
Dripping so hard a bitch feel like a sink
Me and zay we be smoking that dank
I tried to scam couldn't work at the bank
Got so much ice a bitch feel like a rink
I got racks people asking for cash now
Took her shopping and I blew her back out
When we fucking I'm pulling her tracks out
She so freaky she sucking the gat now
In the bed she be screaming my name loud
Ain't no pussy so I can't back down
I was trapping when u was a clown
It's the present don't look at my background
Run up this bag everyday
These niggas hate
Ima find a better way
Opp niggas ain't what they say
They like to act
Kinda sum like a play
6 feet deep where they lay
These niggas plot
So I gotta keep a K
Ima go hard for the gang
I cannot switch
Most of these niggas laamee
My wrist is on ice i can change the weather
Now this money can buy me whatever
Get to that bread yea im bout my cheddar
Rich life living better
Ya bitch wanna fuck so i told her whatever
I wish that i never met her
Mama told me that it'll get better
But my niggas ain living forever
If i catch em in traffic
You know we cause havoc
I'm waving my stick so he think i do magic
I'm Fucking his bitch everyday its a habit
I'm wrapping up cuz ion wanna be magic
This coupe is a classic
This bih switching lanes
If 12 every catch me i'm changing my name
These niggas is lame these bitches the same
Don't play with me because i know the game
Pour up bout half of the bottle in faygo
Finna go buy a new draco
Can't fuck with these bitches cuz bitches be stank hoes
Ain got no time for a lame hoe
My wallet a book i be flipping thru pages
Iced out rolly it got diffrent faces
bitch on my line and i know she a chaser
I got bitches in all diffrent flavors
She a thot and she want me to save her
But i'm sorry i'm chasing this paper
I'm saving money for now and for later
But i can't save cuz nigga im spending
Pull out kick her out when im finish
All this drip that i got on my linen
Bb strap to the balmain denim
Roll up a wood and it got zombies in it
I don't wanna talk baby i'm impatient
Always watching cuz I know they hating
You not different lil baby you basic
In this lifestyle it feel like we racing
Run up you get smoked like Jamaicans
If it's not money no we not chasing
I be fresh ash all this drip, it be Goyard
When I'm at her crib she tryna fuck, she wear no braw
When i'm in da booth and I spit, I go so hard
We be swerving fast switching lanes, ain't no go karts
Me and my niggas gon grind we ain't wasting no time, we tryna go far
Run up this cash every week
New money just from swiping a piece
Bad bitch she be weak on her knees
Codeine turn sprite into lean
Og's they be throwing up C's
Old me never got to the green
New me getting rich with the team
Big bag life aint what it seem
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Writer(s): Kanye West, Shawn Carter
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