I got the Armani's, got the Versace joints 

My fitted cap low , let me put my hater blockers on 

Papoose Pa-poose 





I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out) 

I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out) 

I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out) 

I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out) 

I got my fitted hat on my face (My face) 

Why you all up in my space (My space) 

I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades) 





I wear a mean dark pair of shades 

And you can't see my eyes unless my head bent 

It's about to be a cold winter, I'm on some s*** 

Show you how to rob the industry like 50 cent 

Hopped on the airplane, hit Miami quick 

Linked up with Scott Storch, so you know it's a hit 

Everybody lookin for me like where Pap went? 

Going going going gone, I'm outta here b**** 

Look at shorty over there, she thick like quick 

But she got her breasts done, she thinks she slick 

Yeah, all the girls with the real hair 

Yeah, the real chest and the ill rear 

Even if it ain't real, I ain't hating on it 

Uh! It's still yours cause you paid for it 

Get your weight up not your hate up and see me after you got it up 

I'm clockin ya, Versace shades watchin ya 





I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out) 

I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out) 

I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out) 

I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out) 

I got my fitted hat on my face (My face) 

Why you all up in my space (My space) 

I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades) 





My groove, come get into my groove 

Walk through the industry doing what I choose 

My chain hit your girl in the face, she 'gon bruise 

So when I'm on top, I take off my jewels 

Four hundred songs, what more can I prove 

Versatile, I'm hardcore, but I'm smooth 

Cop new hammers and give them to my goons 

None of y'all crews don't want it with my dudes 

The throwback Mike's, black and gray pair 

Not those, the suede pair 

Had that '07 leather in '06 

I switch it up every year 

Since it's 07, I'm copping my '08 gear 

They don't face fight, when I pull out the thirty eight here 

Make the doctor press down on your chest and say CLEAR! 

Sucker punched you fast and say they ain't care 

They can't swing on me, I weave like fake hair 





I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out) 

I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out) 

I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out) 

I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out) 

I got my fitted hat on my face (My face) 

Why you all up in my space (My space) 

I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades) 





Count my money once, I count my money twice 

Then I count it again to make sure it's right 

I keep my guns dirty, and my jewelry plain 

Cause fly b****es love gangstas, nah mean!? 

I know y'all shades is fake, but not these y'all 

Armani, Vioni, Versace, her body like Halle 

She probably think she got me, but not me 

Ma please I bet you I can make her feel like a virgin 

I bet you I can make her scream like a virgin 

And her p****smells good, I said it 

Cause she a clean version) like a radio edit 

But it's all about the clothes, the homes, the hot cars 

Looking through my shades, it's easy to spot ya 

Rock ya to sleep, then drop y'all 

Seen alot of stars get rocked, that's why I call them rockstars 





I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out) 

I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out) 

I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out) 

I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out) 

I got my fitted hat on my face (My face) 

Why you all up in my space (My space) 

I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades)