Not For Haters Pt. 2 lyrics

[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters
Players only, if you a hater, then this ain't for you
If you a hater, then this ain't for you
If you a hater, then this ain't for you
But if I wasn't me, then I might be hating too
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
These haters got me trippin, [?] got me trippy
That drank got me leaning, ho, but I ain't trippin
I know them boys be plotting on a jack mission
But I keep that heater on me, never catch me slippin
Wood grain ain't the only thing I'm grippin
When I'm flippin
I got me a shooter, that's my boy Lil Emmit
Call Uncle Kenny
This here for the go getters, not for the haters
Gon' shake like a wet dog
[?] waiting on a call, he'll be on your head like leapfrog
Getting to the money, no days off
On my schedule, everyday's Monday
I pray every day like Sunday
That I won't ever go broke one day
If I wasn't me, I might turn into a hater too someday
f*ck that, work hard, and you can get all this sh*t too someday
f*ck these hoes, no hump day
Getting to the pay, all work, no play
Hating on a player, not me, no way
Got money to burn, and a check on the way
So f*ck what a hater say
That's another language to me, like Japanese
But I don't speak that hating talk, I only speak in Gwopanese
Fluently
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters
Players only, if you a hater, then this ain't for you
If you a hater, then this ain't for you
If you a hater, then this ain't for you
But if I wasn't me, then I might be hating too
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters

[Verse 2: C. Stone]
If you looking for a f*ck n*gga, go check the mearor
I got b*tches, good [?] and they all bad like [?]
Got my name in your mouth, hope you choke on the sh*t
Texting [?] poking and sh*t
You got [?] a b*tch, while I'm boning your b*tch
You hating like it's a hobby, I'm tryna get rich
Your whole team ain't [?] take your chain off
I got a team full of stars, boy, I been a boss
[?]
[?] love wherever he go
When I'm really working, that's what they wanna know
Go [?] blogs, and be [?] my shows
That's why I see no compitition, you [?] got, you hoping and wishing
That I'ma fall off, that ain't gonna happen
I really be living this sh*t that I'm rapping
I really be living this sh*t that you dream
Life is as great as it seems
I'm really as real as they come, hating on Stone, is really just dumb
Deep down, you really a fan
Just be a part of the plan
They be hating on C, 'cause I'm f*cking with P, and we 'bout to get back to these grands
In millions
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters
Players only, if you a hater, then this ain't for you
If you a hater, then this ain't for you
If you a hater, then this ain't for you
But if I wasn't me, then I might be hating too
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters