GLASSES MALONE - Haterz lyrics

rate me

Who banging the squad Cash Money the team

Young Money All-Stars muthafuckas

I'm in the club goin' dumb something clean out front like uhhh

You kno them haterz gonna like that

Lookin so damn fly sending corks through the sky like ahhh

You kno them haterz gonna like that

Spend a hundred on my timepiece so if u ain't a dimepiece wowww

You kno them haterz gonna like that

Shit that jus how it goes when a nigga gettin dope like ohhh

You kno them haterz gonna like that

I hear you talkin hater but you ain't sayin nothin

I hear you talkin hater but you ain't sayin nothin

I hear you talkin hater but you ain't sayin nothin

Man I let them keep talkin as long as muthafuckin walkin

I'm a grown ass man you want to see I.d.

Filthy rich on the floor fuck v.I.p.

Got my hand on my drink other hand on my waist

Two-steppin to the beat I chuck my set in niggas face, like ohh

This beat got me bouncin like a check

In my Crown Holder jeans cost a stack on my specs

I'm lookin like money if I see it than I'm stackin it

Your wife in my scope and my shot is so accurate

You niggas like activist appealin to the sikey

Man Malone will get it kirkin I Just Do It like Nike

Seein really with the fightin

And I'm really with the business

I'm married to the game man God as my Witness

Weezy F naturally born baby

Prp's, SB's, matchin shirt, maybe

White-T v neck glasses are Versace

Married to the Mob but I'm a bachelor baby

Love is in the air I put on a gas mask

I rather be head first than an ass last

I'm a gorilla call me Sasquach

And I keep my army with me like M.A.S.H.

Light up the purp pass it like Steve Nash

Bitch I'm so hot I'll give yo ass a heat rash

Young Money boy I'm on 03' cash

Such a CEO like my homie D-Dash

Yea... we mash like Pac and the Outlaws

And we stand-up and try not to down-fall

I'm tryin to reach my goal like a round-ball

Freddy Adu anything for the crown ya'll

Or David Beckham only pay'em or respect'em

Pop one, pop two, bitch I'm on a triple decker

Icicle on my necklace on my cashmere sweater

Keep a shotgun I'm a Hunter like Heather

Yessir shut up and listen to the professor

Or it could get ugly like Esther

Whether in the South or that West Coast weather

I'm poppin, Malone and Stockton

If you got a fly ride put your keys in the sky scream aaaa

You kno them haterz gonna like that

If you feelin like a star spend a thousand at the bar scream ooo

You kno them haterz gonna like that

If it's hundreds in your pursue ass hikin up your shirt scream aaa

You kno them haterz gonna like that

If your girl is a duck and your hair is whipped up

Scream ooo

You kno them haterz gonna like that

Dropped a hundred on the watch couple hundred on the chain

Whip our front cost half of whole thang

Drop

Fifty on my pinky twenty five on my hoes

Stunner man been ballin since the 80's

Bought fifty whips bought one for my lady

Bet your bottom dollar jewels ain't flaws

Cash Money ball to you fall