Hate Me Now lyrics

[Intro]
(Neilaworld)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Chorus]
Yeah, I gotta roll one, light one up
I gotta pour one, ice it up
Call my jewelers, tell 'em ice me up
Yeah, yeah, know they hate me now
Most of these n*ggas don’t like me now
Switch up the swag, make 'em wipe me down
Switch up the bag, money longer now
Maison Margiela, damn, huh, put it in a Givenchy, damn
If a n*gga want smoke, huh, I'll have the Five make a freak get down
All this ice on me, huh, all this ice on me right now
All this ice, make your main b*tch drown
All this ice make a b*tch get down

[Verse 1]
All this money, damn, huh
All this money make a n*gga go insane
I been in the range, workin’ on my aim
I just bought four new sticks today
I need a safe then another safe, just so I feel safe
I gotta go get my moms a place, get her some more space
I just keep on pourin' purple drank, this sh*t gettin' brazy
I got too many diamond chains, this sh*t gettin' brazy
I'm in the backseat, Cadillac truck with a pretty fine lady
I'm in the backseat, Cadillac truck, it's just me and my gang
She a gangster, so I let her whip the G-Wagon Mercedes
Let her drive down a hill so I'm drivin’ a demon with the dirt
I ain’t got no L's, when I’m behind the wheel I'm goin' brazy
I'm fresh as hell, huh, I drip just like the devil, yeah, okay
I’m that n*gga, and I think that that is evident, okay
Me and bro are not gettin' money, so don't do it safe
Me and bro are not gettin' money, so don't say you do
I'm with yo' b*tch, but what she do gon' for you she gon' do for the crew
[Chorus]
Yeah, I gotta roll one, light one up
I gotta pour one, ice it up
Call my jewelers, tell 'em ice me up
Yeah, yeah, know they hate me now
Most of these n*ggas don't like me now
Switch up the swag, make 'em wipe me down
Switch up the bag, money longer now
Maison Margiela, damn, huh, put it in a Givenchy, damn
If a n*gga want smoke, huh, I'll have the Five make a freak get down
All this ice on me, huh, all this ice on me right now
All this ice, make your main b*tch drown
All this ice make a b*tch get down

[Verse 2]
I'm rockin' Rick Owens puffer, yeah
I'm smokin' on dope, I'm a real deal puffer, huh
Real deal stunna, yeah, real fly n*gga from East Atlanta
Huh, I know I'm fresh, no, I am not having no swag problems
Yeah, I get a check, no, I am not having no money problems
I'm doing money dance, I'm doing money dance, no TikTok
b*tch tryna' give me head, don't wanna make a mess, she just gonna swallow
I had to get this bread, I had to get this bread, I ain't had no option
I had to get this check, got it straight out the dirt, ain't had no option
These n*ggas dead, talkin' down on the gang, we just gon' pop 'em
Shawty, you know me, yeah, I'm him, I'm the number one sh*t popper
I don't do no sh*t talking, I'm the sh*t, so I just walk it
Heard she pop it, pop it, yeah, she know she fresh, look how she walkin'
Over the problem solving, most of these f*ck n*ggas don't even want no problems
I was born for money and most of these n*ggas was born to be dishwashers
I was born to lead, these n*ggas don't got no recipe
I just cook up the swag, yeah, and had it ready, time to eat
[Chorus]
Yeah, I gotta roll one, light one up
I gotta pour one, ice it up
Call my jewelers, tell 'em ice me up
Yeah, yeah, know they hate me now
Most of these n*ggas don't like me now
Switch up the swag, make 'em wipe me down
Switch up the bag, money longer now
Maison Margiela, damn, huh, put it in a Givenchy, damn
If a n*gga want smoke, huh, I'll have the Five make a freak get down
All this ice on me, huh, all this ice on me right now
All this ice, make your main b*tch drown
All this ice make a b*tch get down