Nigga Be Hatin'

(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

[Hook]

[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

[Hook]