Cant Hate

Can't fuck on that bitch, she Christian
Dior my body like I'm rly Christian
She's got a man but it's me that she kissin'
Wish you could be like me? Keep wishin'
Left that hoe, now she can't stop all the bitchin' (Bitch)
Now I'm richer? (Rich)
Come catch up (Catch up)
Money lecture

2024, rockin' GGA
Ain't heard of it?
'Cause we can't be the same
Broke boys live their vision on GTA
God, the only one I appreciate
Hold my money, now it makes a shade
With your bitch, turned to a lake
Fuck having fun, had to take a break
Cut my grass low, now I see the snakes

Can't be the same
Different league, different game
Broke boys talkin', but you sound lame
Check my status, never downplayed
Checked your money, my money outweigh
Always, in always
Boy going through all phases
Too many faces
I done made it, now they all chase it
Check my place, now they tryna trace it
On the go, I'm always racing
Check my paces
Leg room, money so spacious
Check my resume, I always aced
Me, your girl always tastin'

Can't fuck on that bitch, she Christian
Dior my body like I'm rly Christian
She's got a man but it's me that she kissin'
Wish you could be like me? Keep wishin'
Left that hoe, now she can't stop all the bitchin' (Bitch)
Now I'm richer? (Rich)
Come catch up (Catch up)
Money lecture

2024, rockin' GGA
Ain't heard of it?
'Cause we can't be the same
Broke boys live their vision
On GTA
God, the only one I appreciate
Hold my money, now it makes a shade
With your chick, turned to a lake
Forget having fun, had to take a break
Cut my grass low, now I see the snakes

Yuh, hold on
Grass low, now I see your faces
Money long from head to waist
Check my wrist, they start to hate



Credits
Writer(s): Syed Iyamin
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