PAROLES
[Chorus]
Why do niggas hate on me?
Hella hoes from A to Z
Stuck with this life faithfully
Bitch, you gotta pay the fee
I don’t even show my face for free
I’m him, bitch, no mistaking me
At Ruth Chris, told her, “Steak me, please”
It ain’t shit you can say to me
It ain’t nothing you can say to me
Money talks, you ain’t gettin no paper
Be in L.A. more than a damn Laker
When I walk outside, can’t see the damn neighbor
Niggas always lying, nigga, you a damn faker
Niggas always crying always need a damn favor
Had to grind for mine couldn’t do the damn waiting
All the time they be hating, nigga, you a damn hater
[Verse]
And my mind complex it be hard to explain shit
Over time they’ll understand latеr
Talk cash money, you don’t even spеak my language
You broke as hell in a broken world, shit dangerous
I’m fly as hell, in the mall, bitches think I’m famous
I’m shy as hell, I don’t wanna talk just wanna smash
Hit the 405 and put four hunnid on the dash
With this type of life, I just be hoping I don’t crash
I didn’t write no paper I was gettin’ my paper right
This the only way of life, I didn’t never go to class
I’m never gon’ be humble, I’ma always show my ass
I’ma always come in first, I’ma never come in last
And I’m itchin’ for that paper like I got a fuckin’ rash
And these bitches think I made it, they keep coming from the past
And this shit can’t be debated you don’t even know the half
They keep tryna ride my wave and we gon’ sink the fuckin’ raft
Shirt Chrome Hearts but the sneakers came from Raf
We gon’ spin and skirt off if they speaking on me bad
F&N, white chalk, gotta keep it in my bag
I can even put it down, I can beat a nigga ass
Nigga, ask around ya town prolly got it on smash, yeah
Every bitch there, smashed, yeah
Pedal to the ground, smash, yeah
Tellin’ bitches you should let me smash, yeah
Every song I make its a smash, yeah
Stomp a nigga out get smashed, yeah
Yeah, got it on smash, yeah
Killin’ this shit, shit sad, yeah
Drillin’ this bitch, bitch bad, yeah
Wheeling this bitch, whip fast, yeah
Young Rory in this bitch, get glad, ho
Niggas standing too close get back
They don’t know how I manage, fuck these hoes, get a bag
How ’bout you get up on yo grind, get the fuck off yo ass
Facetime with my bitch, got a cut, she gon’ smash
Niggas time came and went while they stuck in the past
They don’t know how I manage, fuck these hoes, get a bag
How ’bout you get up on yo grind, get the fuck off yo ass
Facetime with my bitch, got a cut, she gon smash
Niggas time came and went while they stuck in the past
[Chorus]
Why do niggas hate on me?
Hella hoes from A to Z
Stuck with this life faithfully
Bitch, you gotta pay the fee
I don’t even show my face for free
I’m him, bitch, no mistaking me
At Ruth Chris, told her, “Steak me, please”
It ain’t shit you can say to me
It ain’t nothing you can say to me
Money talks, you ain’t gettin no paper
Be in L.A. more than a damn Laker
When I walk outside, can’t see the damn neighbor
Niggas always lying, nigga, you a damn faker
Niggas always crying always need a damn favor
Had to grind for mine couldn’t do the damn waiting
All the time they be hating, nigga, you a damn hater
