Haters

Yeah, ha, ha, ha, what up, track boy?

I wanna send a big shout out to all you haters

Now I know normally a nigga don't do it

But see, I'm different, I'm grateful for you haters

Let's get it

Flow's so cracked, the feds wanna indict me

So ill, your immune system wanna fight me

So poor that the weed heads wanna light me

Balling so hard, the quarterback wanna hike me

You dudes crying that it's lonely at the top

Stop whining, it's sauce and macaroni at the top

I'm not a pimp by blood, I'm a pimp by all means

All it takes to knock a chick is to put on some clean jeans

You know my style, dude, tell it to the next man

I ain't buying that sell it to the next man

Going postal but mail it to the next man

I can't hear you, hater

You know my style, dude, tell it to the next man

I ain't buying that sell it to the next man

Going postal but mail it to the next man

I can't hear you, hater

You see that Maserati hauled in the driveway

I saw a picture went and bought that bitch the same day

I paid cash for it, a hundred twenty grand

The whole dealership, my father saying I'm the man

He got a Visa, I got a black card

Got so much cheese on it, I call it the rat card

I gotta good girl, I gotta bad mouth

She like my swagger 'cause I'm nasty like the waffle house

You know my style, dude, tell it to the next man

I ain't buying that sell it to the next man

Going postal but mail it to the next man

I can't hear you, hater

You know my style, dude, tell it to the next man

I ain't buying that sell it to the next man

Going postal but mail it to the next man

I can't hear you, hater

If you see you're hater put your hand in the air and say

Hi, hater, hi, hater

If you see your hater put your hand in the air and say

Bye, hater, bye, hater

If somebody tells you you'll never be nothing, see

You're a lie, hater, lie, hater

This is your time, this is your shine

These are the best years of your life

Now go on and tell them haters

You know my style, dude, tell it to the next man

I ain't buying that sell it to the next man

Going postal but mail it to the next man

I can't hear you, hater

You know my style, dude, tell it to the next man

I ain't buying that sell it to the next man

Going postal but mail it to the next man

I can't hear you, hater

Hater, see you later

Hater, see you later

Hater