Haters gonna hate
b*tches gonna mate
But i'mma make millions till you die try'n this sh*t
My di*k so big it no fit in skinny jeans
My money so long it don't fit in skinny jeans
Blood in the bathroom,man i can't lose em' scenes
We ballin' like machine
It was hard to chase my dreams
But guess what i made it when i was 14
Cuz i was a born-hustler
Peeps compare me with mike
Throw some balls like i'm high
Drive 30 miles cuz i was with your wife
Don't f*ck with us
Cuz i'm tellin' you twice
Do whatever you want
Cuz haters will always Analyze
Get em' jeopardize
Make their asses paralyzed
Haters gonna hate
b*tches gonna mate
But i'mma make millions & buy few more estates
They call me overrated
b*tch i ain't doing this for ratings
Watch me in the making
Cuz i'm just gettin' started
You won't see me charted
Cuz that sh*t is already plotted
For fake who tryna ruin rap
With their crazy ass topics
With f*cked up logics
f*ck the profits
Cuz you've already disgraced the rap-prophets
I'm talkin' Nas,2Pac,Biggie & all the other wordsmiths
Haters gonna hate
b*tches gonna mate
But i'mma make millions just to make that b*tch swallow it
There's no room for your b*tch ass
So you better get out of it
All you can do is flip em' omelettes
Ain't no one was with me when i was under pressure
Got my mind workin' like GTA'S Trevor
Now i'm living life full of pleasures
I got something for yo momma so don't panic
She sucks my di*k
You know what she calls me after it?
Dictator,b*tch
I know i'm a sinner
Cuz i'm a killa
Who pulls that mothaf*ckin trigga
I shoot his di*k like i'm Channing Tatum
Got Buscemis on my feet
Cuz jordans is for sheets
Haters gonna hate
b*tches gonna mate
But i'mma make millions & later on celebrate