(feat. Chamillionaire, Rasaq) 



[Hook] 

Mmmm-hmm, niggaz be hating 

Until they see you coming, and switch up they conversation 

Mmmm-hmm, haters still hating 

My records and my rims, in regular rotation 

Everytime you see me, I'm platinum get thoed 

And riding candy, with the suicide do's 

And you can see, I got that million dollar glow 

And in other words, I ain't worried-I ain't worried bout you hoes 

Ain't worried, nigga I show 

Ain't worried, bout you hoes (I show, I show) 

I ain't worried bout you hoes, we ain't worried 

We ain't worried, bout you hoes 



[Rasaq] 

Damn they hating, a man I'm taking 

Grands and making em throw, no your man's mistaken 

Any nigga talking hating, I knock his face in 

Punch him in the gut once, and give him constipation 

Lil' bloody from the altercation, or equitation 

Make niggaz get in line, like when a barber's fading 

When Rasaq is heated, Rasaq gon speak it 

Now the boy'll lay you down, like a postropedic 

I'm rocking up chips, flossing a watch 

Copping some kicks, knocking your dip dropping a drop 

Hotter the hip, raising the top Rasaq is so sick 

Squat in a drop, I'm too amazing to stop 

Your dame's on my jock claiming she not, you lame and he not 

Instead of blaming your chick, you blaming Rasaq 

Niggaz act the same as the cops, they handcuffing 

When he sees his damn muffin, flirting and blushing 

Hating on me is worthless cousin, don't hurt for nothing 

It just hurt the damn mall, when I go purchase something nigga 



And they hating nigga, Rasaq on the block yeah 



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[Chamillionaire] 

See niggaz ask for ten, and mo' dollas they can spend 

But never be around when, you be out looking for them 

We ain't friends, you just know how to pretend 

And just trying to get up in, my circle so you can win 

And what do haters be saying, I ain't hating I'm just saying 

But they never say it to me, they always say it to them 

And he trying to get all, comfortable while he laying 

On the sofa in your den, is where that nigga be staying 

It be the nigga, in the crib where you live 

And you did let him live, in your crib for a bit 

But he would come back, to the crib with a chick 

And forget that the rims, and the whip wasn't his 

You looking at your spinning rims, and they chipped 

But this nigga didn't get, a damn job so there is 

No chance of ever ever, getting your wish 

Of him getting a bitch, and them getting them fixed 

You buying all the drinks, he sipping that liquor 

He behind you talking, ad libbing ass nigga 

He lying to you, like he's not the cash dealer 

Old two way contact, stealing ass nigga 

I hit a hater in the mouth, he hate on the South 

Or we can get specific with it, if he hate on the North 

Niggaz be opening they mouth, trying to hate on your floss 

Marshmellow ass niggaz, stop hating you're soft, Koopa 



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