See The Hate lyrics

[Intro]
(Coach me Joey)
I don't care how much money I get
I could still see the ho' in a b*tch
Ha, I'm so motherf*cking rich
Ha, ayy (Damn, JakeSand)
I know n*ggas ain't think I was gonna count all this sh*t by hand, dumbass (Reuel, stop playing with these n*ggas)
Ayy, bring them b*tches in
Make them strip while they counting my sh*t

[Verse 1: Vae Vanilla]
With my Chanel frames on, I can see the hate (Seen it)
New Gucci on, new season snake
[Outta town with the Henny and the plates (Out the way)
Aa'll ai'n't out the way, y'all be in the way (In the way)
Burberry coat cost two bands, you spend that on your re-up
In that long sleeve, looking short, pull the seat up
Ever hit Monaco Bay with your feet up?
Nah, you a silеnt G, b*tch, lasagna
Feeling like Meg, I'm a stallion
I'm coming, new chain, nеw medallion
Shine so bright like a dark skin smiling
I ain't hit the gym, that's them bands on me
Counting all this money, I'ma need four hands for it
Up dawg sh*t, I'll dance on you
And I got them methods, tap in, you can make something (Dummy)
[Verse 2: AllStar JR]
b*tch, I hit the stage and I make a mess on it (Big R)
Hundred pound scales in the trap, we don't step on 'em (Woo)
That's strictly for them bales, come get it before I tax on 'em
Ain't hit your b*tch, my n*gga, come get this rat off me (Come get this girl out my face)
I ain't got no kid jewelry, this sh*t 30 racks (30 ball)
Mitch still sippin' Act', this after 30 naps (Still going)
b*tch, I'm still mackin' up, this after 30 packs (Ah, ah)
f*cking daily, last month, I swear I done hit plenty rats (Swear I hit them hoes)
Its some money on the floor, why is you runnin' from it? (What's wrong?)
Run off with a pound, drop a pound of hundreds on him
We in the jungle, n*gga, I'll put them hunters on you (Pow)
She ride di*k with no Ls, get insurance on 'em (Pew)
Call a b*tch, 14 days, pus*y two weeks (Two weeks)
Got a plain Louie shirt cost QP (Quarter pound)
47, 46, looking like QC (Global)
And don't you jump off in this water, b*tch it's too deep

[Verse 3: Rio Da Young OG]
20 racks on me, I'm just in the slums chillin'
Brodie don't re-up, he be killing drug dealers
Promoters mad at me, like, "How you get in the club with it"
Hundred on this b*tch, I could hit 'bout 61 n*ggas
I see you got a kit from Gary but you still a bum n*gga
Let me see the rock, watch how I score a triple dub with it
Hittin' her from the back, I might have to stick a thumb in it
Sumn like Church's, buy a chicken and a biscuit comin' with it
f*ck your brother, he a rat, n*gga, free Peezy
I made a bag on house arrest, I know it seem easy
It wasn't simple, had to grind for that sh*t
Chasing bankrolls, I ain''t e no time for a b*tch
Tired of writing raps, bro, I think it's time for a brick
Got the best dope, my fiends stand in line for the hit
I might hit her off a Perc and knock the lining out the b*tch
Ain't sh*t come free, I'm really out here grinding for this sh*t
They ask me how I bought watch, I sold a nine piece out a brick
[Verse 4: Babyface Ray]
Name heavy and my chain heavy, what you pay [?] (30)
Riding through the 6 with that Five-seven
I don't give a f*ck, if they paying, we'll drive to heaven (I'm on my way)
Prada everything, they think I'm the devil (Yeah)
I told Meech, "Blow them Presies like 9/11"
Free my n*gga, P
Free my n*gga, G
[?], same sh*t as kids playing in the street
Treat the b*tch like Corona, have 'em staying in for weeks
Walk up on him, get it over, we ain't spraying it from deep
Before you fold with it, n*gga, hand it to me
n*gga need to get a, 'fore he stand next to me
Keep playing, you know I'm playing for keeps
f*ck a bad b*tch quick, leave her laying in the suite (On go)
Yeah and like Joesph, I'm fasho
We got raw, talking dope
What's your budget? What you want?
I smoke rapper weed, spent a P of Runtz on my coat (Huh)
You the capping type, I don't play your music 'cause you broke (Uh, uh)