Haters lyrics

[Intro: Hass Irv]
P-P-Plug Studios
Hassy, yeah
Money on the 16th
Aries

[Hook: Hass Irv]
All these n*ggas hatin' on me (why that hatin' on me?)
All these haters on me
All these haters on me
Why that hatin' on me?
I'm from Harlem, so I shake 'em off me (shake)
Yeah, I shake 'em off me
Yeah, I shake 'em off me
I just shake 'em off me, yeah

[Verse 1: Hass Irv]
Hassy, what's that? That's the trap money
How much for a feat? That's the rap money
Do this in my sleep, call it nap money
Got some enemies, keep the strap money
It's servin' them dyke, b*tch, they like, "Where you came from?"
You n*ggas was nappin', so don't try to play dumb
Back when I ain't have sh*t, they ain't have a plate for me
She givin' out donuts, I might have to glaze her
That's your b*tch, but she is a dancer
She told me that she was a Cancer
She callin' my phone, I don't answer
You know that I ain't with the banter
You mad 'cause you don't got your bands up
I do this 'cause they locked my mans up
Fake n*ggas'll call you their dear friends
But do I look like I got antlers?
The n*ggas you trustin' your back with
Is really just made out of plastic
These b*tches is made out of plastic
The cash is what I find attractive
The fake n*ggas keep it a fraction
But I think it's simple subtraction
I count up and split it in half with
The n*ggas who been have my back, b*tch
My hundreds is trappin' as soon as they done in the kitchen
I tell my n*ggas go get it, go get it
You know that they comin' right back with the digits
I let her spit it the realest, for real, n*gga
So if you fake, n*gga, you wouldn't get it
I'm from the trenches, I came up from nothing, my n*gga
So you know I'm just tryna get it
Struggle, you won't know the feeling
All in her mouth like a filling
Young n*gga makin' a killing
Yeah, young n*gga makin' a killing
Young n*gga, I'm on a mission
Yeah, young n*gga, I'm on a mission
I'm on 600, they with me
I'm on 600, they with me
[Hook: Hass Irv]
All these n*ggas hatin' on me
All these haters on me
All these haters on me
Why that hatin' on me?
I'm from Harlem, so I shake 'em off me
Yeah, I shake 'em off me
Yeah, I shake 'em off me
I just shake 'em off me, yeah

[Verse 2: Sheck Wes]
"Sheck Wes, where you been?"
b*tch, I been chasin' racks
"Sheck Wes, you gettin' money?"
b*tch, I been stackin' stacks
"Sheck Wes, can you put me on?"
Nah, you can't make this cash
"Sheck Wes, b*tch, you the homie"
Nah, I'm the judge of that
Sheck Wes, b*tch, I'm such a rich n*gga
And I can never go broke, I been a 6, n*gga
The block be havin' drug dealers to the kick flippers
b*tch, I'm a big dog, I used to be the little n*gga
Now, these b*tches they hit me
Some n*ggas, they hate me 'cause all they hoes get wet
Then I get they own b*tches to line they ass up
And get they ass wet for a check
And my n*ggas will jack, will borrow, will pack
Sew you up like you wearin' a Tec
And shoutout to Nike, I swear if they like me
They send all the packs to the 'jects
Sheck Wes, boy, I be legit
Free all of my boys from the 6
Some of the boys will shoot them jump shots
And some of the boys shootin' grips
Sheck Wes, boy, I been the sh*t
Sheck Wes, b*tch, I'm still the sh*t
I call up a thot b*tch, I need a new drop, b*tch
Finesse that right out of the crib
I been on the block since a jitt
Young boy, 16, jackin' clips
I was makin' them bands when the king of the land
[?] Hakeem in this b*tch
I been on the block since a jitt
Young boy, 16, jackin' clips
I was makin' them bands when the king of the land
[?] Hakeem in this b*tch
[Hook: Hass Irv]
All these n*ggas hatin' on me
All these haters on me
All these haters on me
Why that hatin' on me?
I'm from Harlem, so I shake 'em off me
Yeah, I shake 'em off me
Yeah, I shake 'em off me
I just shake 'em off me, yeah