Hatin Niggas

Lyrics

[Intro: Cash Click Boog] Look me in my face [Chorus: Cash Click Boog] I swear I hate niggas, I hate niggas like a motherfucker Fake niggas like a motherfucker, look me in my face Look through these karate frames I can see this hate It don't matter 'cause it's money in the safe, why they mad? I did it on my own, why they mad? Ain't nobody put me on, why they mad? GMC, we too busy gettin' cash They just mad 'cause I'm runnin' up a bag [Verse 1: Cash Click Boog] Why they hatin' on me? they hatin' on me 'cause they not me I hate niggas like a Nazi Get that bag, I can't let nobody stop me Disrespect and we gon' rock 'em, that's real talk It ain't never been a thing to let that steel talk Syrup, ain't no Smirnoff, pints, pop the seal off You ain't never hustled if you never took a real loss Trappin', I ain't got no time to chill dog, make it count Blower on me, I can't let these niggas play me out Bands in my PRP's, bands in my bank account I'm still lookin' at my daughter, got me blankin' out I gotta get us out the hood, that's all I think about I keep a shooter, he gon' shoot it if he take it out Sleepin' bags, yellow crime scene, tape him out I know some niggas that ain't make it out That's why it's on me, I can't never go a day without I talk it like I walk it, play it like I say it But we gettin' money nigga, get that through your head Cash Click, more problems, more bread Keep your plate pussy, we already fed, hatin' nigga [Chorus: Cash Click Boog] I swear I hate niggas, I hate niggas like a motherfucker Fake niggas like a motherfucker, look me in my face Look through these karate frames I can see this hate It don't matter 'cause it's money in the safe, why they mad? I did it on my own, why they mad? Ain't nobody put me on, why they mad? GMC, we too busy gettin' cash They just mad 'cause I'm runnin' up a bag [Verse 2: Cash Click Boog] I ain't never dropped no dime, why they mad? Went to jail and did my time, why they mad? That's why I hate niggas Why you hatin', you a fake nigga And fake niggas fuck with fake niggas I got some shooters in the hole that ain't gon' play with you And if your niggas got your back then they can lay with you Got my block pimpin' like AZ, ballin' like Jay-Z And you be switchin' teams like KD All this money in my pocket look crazy Cash Click shit, Army and Navy, gettin' stupid cash Every time they send them bales in, we move 'em fast Quit hating and go get a bag with your Boosie ass Still thinkin' 'bout them times when I was doin' bad Broke and I ain't have a dime, I ain't know who to ask Now I do the Ballys belt with the shoes to match Me and Sal walkin' out of Saks, we just blew a bag On mamas I'm gettin' guap, on mamas I got it locked On everything I'm a lick, I promise it's one up top Sold out, it's gonna throw some fifty pointers in the watch Never bummin', we be spendin' hella money, fuck the opps [Chorus: Cash Click Boog] I swear I hate niggas, I hate niggas like a motherfucker Fake niggas like a motherfucker, look me in my face Look through these karate frames I can see this hate It don't matter 'cause it's money in the safe, why they mad? I did it on my own, why they mad? Ain't nobody put me on, why they mad? GMC, we too busy gettin' cash They just mad 'cause I'm runnin' up a bag [Verse 3: Philthy Rich] I say I'm runnin' up a bag, you just runnin' up a check You better pay them people 'fore they repo his jet Stop speakin' on the past and all the shit you used to have Bitch I'm ballin' right now, a hundred thousand, all cash Salute to Cash Click, bitch I'm in the fast whip Fresh off the lot, paper tags and manuscripts All these foreigns in my garage, look like I manufacture whips Niggas love you when you broke and then they hate you when you rich Sem City in this bitch, a hundred thousand on my wrist I was really in them trenches, public housing in the rich Yeah this cheese for police, want a nigga off the streets All I did was motivate niggas to get up off the streets Money on the table, endorsmenets from Cookies and Strideline They just want a nigga sittin' on the sideline Before you sign a deal you better read the fine line For a broke bitch, I could never find time Any nigga out of Oakland, I bet I motivate 'em And if that nigga ain't feelin' me then he just a hater See I was locked up in Elmwood with D-Boy A lot of niggas be pussy, no they ain't street boy [Chorus: Cash Click Boog] I swear I hate niggas, I hate niggas like a motherfucker Fake niggas like a motherfucker, look me in my face Look through these karate frames I can see this hate It don't matter 'cause it's money in the safe, why they mad? I did it on my own, why they mad? Ain't nobody put me on, why they mad? GMC, we too busy gettin' cash They just mad 'cause I'm runnin' up a bag