Stop Hating lyrics

[Intro]
Charger

[Pre-Chorus]
Okay, cool (The most high), you bought some Rick, n*gga, I got a pair for all my n*ggas (Woo)
Okay, cool, it cost a brick, shawty, my pockets circle all these n*ggas
Prada shades just for the fit, shawty, I can see all these n*ggas (Phoenix)

[Chorus]
Hatin', hatin', hatin'
High as a b*tch and I'm fly (Hatin', hatin', hatin', hatin', hatin')
Swervin' the Masi', you see me, lil' b*tch, I be fly (Hatin', hatin', hatin')
Pipe this sh*t up, n*gga, better go pick you a side, uh-huh, huh
All these backends got me thumbin', huh (Woo)
I gave the Glock to my cousin
Eat 'em up, she tryna f*ck in the mornin'
Beat it up, I'm in the back of the function
My heater out, I'm spendin' five every time that I'm eatin' out
Christian Dior all on me, got her fiendin' now
SUV, big-body swervin', I'm leavin' out
All this red drop in this cup got me leanin' now (Ayy, ayy)
Switch the Ferrari, I'll still pull the demon out
Hop in the— (Skrrt, whew), why the f*ck I keep speedin' out?

[Verse]
Bring out the hoes, yeah, the more, yeah, the merrier
We in the Hills, now this sh*t gettin' scarier (Oh-oh)
She say, "That n*gga too broke, he embarrasin'"
She easy impressed, so she see the interior
She call me, "God," like a n*gga superior
Who really movin' like me? Let's get serious
True Religion, Buddha-man got me curious
sh*t, I blow ten on a fit like, "f*ck do you mean?"
Get back on top of the floor, and she comin' to my house (My house)
Breakin' her back, she keep throwin' that ass, that lil' ho must think she getting flied out (Flied out)
She can’t be one of my b*tches, I pull up, Selena, Selena, Selena, Selena (Whew)
Had to pop with my demons (Woo, whew)
b*tch, we outside, what's the deal? (Brr, brr)
Shoot it up (Fah, fah), who brought a fire out?
b*tch, I'm T'd up on a motherf*ckin' Monday, my young n*ggas still goin' viral (Viral)
K on my feet, spend a K on my feet, Jeremy Scott wings got me fly (Fly)
Blowin' chickens like we El Dorado, politicin' light-skin like Mulatto (Damn)
n*ggas keep stealin' the swag, but never again, I'm steppin' on all these n*ggas
f*ck it, I'm goin' again, my diamonds keep dancin', f*ckin' up all these n*ggas
I got a plug in Rodeo, he bought me some yayo, I coulda bought four of them b*tches
Don't book me for no f*ckin' show, b*tch, unless it's some cash, they probably can't afford me, n*gga
Throw that sh*t on in the mornin', on in the mornin', f*ckin' yo' b*tch in the mornin'
I'm f*ckin' yo' b*tch in the mornin', nah, I didn't mean it, she callin' me, she was horny
Prada bad b*tch in the mornin', straight in the mornin', she suckin' me while I'm yawnin'
She say that she hate bein' lonely, so she pulled up on me
Pull up on me, b*tch, pull out
[Chorus]
Hatin', hatin', hatin'
High as a b*tch and I'm fly (Hatin', hatin', hatin', hatin', hatin')
Swervin' the Masi', you see me, lil' b*tch, I be fly (Hatin', hatin', hatin')
Pipe this sh*t up, n*gga, better go pick you a side, uh-huh, huh
All these backends got me thumbin', huh
I gave the Glock to my cousin
Eat 'em up, she tryna f*ck in the mornin'
Beat it up, I'm in the back of the function
My heater out (Woo), I'm spendin' five every time that I'm eatin' out
Christian Dior all on me, got her fiendin' now
SUV, big-body swervin', I'm leavin' out
All this red drop in this cup got me leanin' now (Woo)
Switch the Ferrari, I'll still pull the demon out
Hop in the— (Skrrt, whew), why the f*ck I keep speedin' out? (Speedin' out)