HATIN' ON ME?!

Yeah, uh, yeah
She wanna hop in the coupe (Vroom, vroom, vroom)
Do it your self nigga make a move (Alright)
If I'm goin down, I'ma make it cool
When you're a winner, nigga you can't lose yeah (I can't lose)
I got niggas speaking on me (Oh why)
I got niggas that's hatin' on me (Oh my)
I'm young rich nigga I got me a 10
She a foreign bitch, yeah she Vietnamese
I got the bread and I spend it
New damn whip, it ain't rented (Uh)
Got all these niggas offended
I don't got gas cause I send it
I walk through the door with my eyes closed
Chasin' the money go psycho
I see my numbers as mind blowin'
I'ma take flight like a high note
(Ahhh, higher)
She give me some more, she out of control
She hotter than most, she good on the head
She good on the bed (Ooooh, oohh)
Her mama don't know, her daughter a goat
Her daughter a hoe
Yeah, and rubbing that butt
I'm rubbing that hoe
I don't owe nobody shit
Take a picture nigga take a flick
Make the camera man do a flip
I took your money little nigga then dip
Yea, what you going do bout it
I got your bitch and she got a new body
Told her baby its ok
Nothing wrong with a little enhancing your body its yours
From the front to the back, to the back to front we enjoy it
And its not, and its not like a toy
Her ass fat so she can make joy
Right, right, right, back to the boys
Right, right, right, back to Illinois
(Right, right, right, back)
Pop on ya, send the opps on ya (Ohhh oh oh)
RoboCops on ya, raining shots on ya (Ohhh oh oh)
Yeah, Mix it one-handed, please (Ohhh oh oh)
(Mix it right, dirty tea)
It's only gonna bring me peace (Ohhh woah ah)
(Don't leave my cup, that's for me)
Yeah, thought you gon' ride for me, 25 Tesla V
Spent that hunnid on the chief
That's how much I believe
Every day Halloween
But we don't trick and treat
I count dead in my dreams (No)
I can't even fall asleep (No)
I can't even fall asleep (No)
I can't even fall asleep (No- no)
I need to count the sheep (No)
I need to count the sheep (No)
I need to count the cheese (No)
I need to count that cheese (No- no)
(Yeah, yeah)
She wanna hop in the coupe (Vroom, vroom, vroom)
Do it your self nigga make a move (Alright)
If I'm goin down, I'ma make it cool
When you're a winner, nigga you can't lose yeah (I can't lose)
I got niggas speaking on me (Oh why)
I got niggas that's hatin' on me (Oh my)
I'm young rich nigga I got me a 10
She a foreign bitch, yeah she Vietnamese
I got the bread and I spend it
New damn whip, it ain't rented (Uh)
Got all these niggas offended
I don't got gas cause I send it
I walk through the door with my eyes closed
Chasin' the money go psycho
I see my numbers as mind blowin'
I'ma take flight like a high note
Yeah, ok, uh, uh, ok
Yeah, alright, uh, uh, ok
Uh alright, uh, uh, ok
Yeah, alright, uh, uh, ok
Ok, ok, uh, uh
Yeah, these niggas be hatin on me
These niggas be hatin on me
But fuck em, I something, I'm me
Yeah, I'm something, something that got a vibe
You, stay away, you killed the vibe
When I don't fuck with niggas I don't like
I say bye
Niggas be talkin that shit, niggas be talkin that shit, alright
It's ok, let em talk, let em talk, I'm gonna rise
When I talk, when I talk, when I talk, you goin vibe
(Skrrrrtt)
Yeah, I just pulled up on your lot
Can't park on grass, so I stole your spot
There's bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches
They come in fives, they hot or not
I am menace, I skip the whole fuckin lunch line
Ehh, they don't comment so I'm fine
So I fuck around sometimes
Yeah I'm in the back of the class
I can see all of the ass
These bitches, they fine, they bad
(Ha ha, yeah, they got me singing like)
Mamacita, cita, cita