HATERS MAD Lyrics

I gotta make my Haters Mad, give em something to talk about

The hoes with no motion be the only ones who talk a lot

Hoe, I don't need no cosign, I can never sign shit

The only thing I'm signing is my bitches off to hit a trick

I can't fuck with no bitch if she ain't bringing in no benefits

I can't fuck with no nigga if he lacking in his dividends

I prefer them pink fifties right over them blue hunnits

It's just something about that five-zero that's always gon' keep me running

Bitch, I came up from the bottom, now I'm at the top, stuntin

You'll never understand how far my people came up for this money

Bitch I'm a rap star, trap star, bitch, I don't need a birkin

Yo nigga all up on my line, you steady wonder if I'm curving

I treat these niggas way too nice sometimes, but I'm about to hurt em

I put these bitches and these niggas on they knees, they ain't deservin

Got these grams all in my pocket and these crackers, they can't stop me

You know if I call my niggas, then they bound to catch a body

Yeah, yeah, I'm on they ass again

Yeah, yeah, I'm on they ass again

Fa, fa, fa, fa! I'm on they ass again

Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm on your ass again

Shit, all money ain't good, niggas can't buy my life

Bitches see a check and get to signing over they whole life

No TLC here, I need my cash money up front

A couple mil, nothing less, cause I'm worth way too fucking much

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on they ass again

Bitch, I'm on your top, I gotta make my haters mad again

Yeah, yeah, I'm on they ass again

Yeah, bitch, uh-huh, I'm on your ass again