Stop Hatin ft. Fella Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

You know when you walk in the room you could feel the tension

The energy off the vibe different yeah

I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag

Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs

I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me

I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me

I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag

Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs

I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me

I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me

I used to window shop then go cop Really I feel like them stars yeah

I ain't gon' flex closest to a Rolex I got was a Michael Kors yeah

Or it was a fossil everybody knows like a nostril

I can't get down with these clowns cause none of my clothes no costume

Like nothing was said to these niggas and I ain't breakin' bread with these niggas

They assholes waitin' for decapitation cause I'm too far ahead of these niggas

Back in this bitch back in this shit leavin' these hoes forever stressed

They did me dirty said I wasn't worthy curved me more than the letter S

I just fell back never fell off I went from rappin' my tail off

Movin' all these O's tryna get double F's you would think I would spell off

Need a Porsche Panamera color marinara pull up you could smell sauce

Not clues bitch business over stupid shit that's how you spell boss

I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag

Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs

I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me

I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me

I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag

Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs

I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me

I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me

Yeah I remember we ain't had shit

Just my mother yeah my dad dipped payin' back rent

Tryna get a XXX-tension on some sad shit

Wait wait now we run it up when the bag hit

Don't look at the price we just grab shit

Designer shirts with the plaid print

Never been a fake but I'm in a bitch with the titties and they ass done

Before I leave the crib kiss and hug my kids daddy gotta make a cash run

Niggas hatin' but I'm past them

Spend a little bit and stash some

We just love to show it off we remember the days when we didn't have nothin

Now it's comin' in abundance twenties tens and hundreds

Bitches wanna fuck us pocket full of rubbers

Money under nothin' split it with my brothers flexin' on these suckas

Ayy and all this cake is on me

I got it in my bag and now they hatin' on me

I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag

Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs

I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me

I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me

I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag

Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs

I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me

I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me