You think I give a fuck what a hater gotta say about me? That's exactly what they hate about me They around me when the sun rise, when the sun shining But where the fuck y'all was at when it was cloudy? Fake niggas please get the hell from around me I don't even know why these niggas is around me That was the same niggas that doubt me Louis pack got me buggin' out Louis scarf, gotta thug it out New chain, had to flood it out My money never runnin' out Cut the check bih Tell them hatin' niggas cut it out Where the lighter at? The blunt is out Pour me up when my cup is out Didn't mean to fuck her She had a cramp, so I rubbed it out Kick bitches out, wave bye with my rubber out Your opinion doesn't matter That's one thing I don't give a fuck about Dick riding, ass kissing That's somethin' I know nothing 'bout Everybody in the same lane So I went and took the other route Baggin' weed at my mother house If she knew she would cuss me out Same black tee, same sweatpants Oh well, had to bum it out Young M.A this, Young M.A that Damn, nigga, what the fuss about? "Nah, niggas just tryna figure out When the next joint coming out" Oh, nowadays niggas want favors But if you talk about money Well homie then we can work somethin' out Louis scarf for my right side Yeah nigga that's the right side Give my blood niggas high-fives, hi five Her eyes chink and her pussy pink like high eyes Bad chick, but that don't mean I won't bring her ass right to Popeyes Two piece and a thigh for you I ain't paying if the price high Get money, act broke, that's the motto I apply by Never boujee, we on vacay, pourin' Henny in our Mai Tai's Never change, I'm still the same Drinkin' Minute Maid with the hot fries In the club, in V.I. Ver las letras de Rick Ross y escuchar 'Hustlin', 'Gold Roses (feat.
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