That's Why They Hating (Feat. Lil Flip)

I was made for this lifestyle, rich and famous

My aim for tomorrow is to get more haters

Paparazzis always jot me cause I'm on the A-List

So I get so much hate, I swear it's outrageous

Cause I'm stating something new (That's why they hatin')

Cause of jewels (That's why they hatin')

Cause we make moves (That's why they hatin')

Cause we that crew (That's why they hatin')

Cause we get loot (That's why they hatin')

Cause we too cool (That's why they hatin')

Cause we got swag from the head down to the shoes

It must be something in the water

That got these haters mumbling and whispering

Or maybe its that the money is coming in and getting spent

Perhaps the fact that i be buzzing and getting bent off

Two hundred dollar bottles while clubbing and kicking it

Maybe cause i be taking trips with international destinations

I be gassing and wrecking stages while I'm rapping and getting famous

I'm making my ends meet while I'm laughing at all these haters

Cause I'm smashing these imitators so they mad cause I'm getting paper

I think they hating, so I'ma show 'em

And you better believe that I'ma show them

What happens when you piss snow off

I'ma speed it up a bit

Show them how to get the club to crunk up a bit

I'ma show them real stacks with Benjamins peeled back

And I'ma be the cause for their suffering

Cause if they mad now, they've got to hate me then

Cause by this summer I'ma show them that I'm majoring

Let them know they're crazy if they hate again

Cause maybe if I'm in the mood to prove them wrong

Tell them that the whip was made for this

Grew up in the hood, let me put that work

I come from the streets, let me do that dirt

Whoop that blow, shit that smell

Lay back in a Maybach, blow that kurk

Mind on my cash, mind on my glass, nine in stash

And if i say i want ASS, she gonna give it to me NOW

Oh my god, i go hard on any track, snow, let them know

Twin desert eagles in arm reach and I let them blow

Rap is overrated, you're constipated (tell them what that means, Flip)

That mean they spitting BULLSHIT

More clips, M3's, zim pops, red beams

I tell them 'Hi, Haters' as I will soon dream

Drop top my global beats larger than a shot cloud

My track, baby, you can hear my music play in Bash Crop

I'm getting mad props, cash knots, bad drops

I'm pushing penny red trucks like red fox

Old school or gold shoes (I call them Micheal Johnsons)

And I can make you a death wish (Just call me Charles Wayne)

You see the fact I'm hot, the fact you're not

Is because you ain't ever done half what I

Done in a year, or done in a week

Its because no one even like you on your block

I don't know, but keep it up

Cause i get new fans when you bring me up

'Ey, ey, Snow White, isn't that that girl that you wish you was?'

See, you would hate her from your face to your nikes

That's why you say that you don't like me, but then you bite me

You're not original, and i mean you're psyche

Keep it up, you'll be sleeping with the fishes like a Pisces

Bye hater, as I'm hopping on a plane

And an hour later, I arrive up in the Bay

To a show then get my dough and hit the road to another place

Case closed, you's a joke, and you know that you's a fake

But this is real Gucci and the luggage is real Luis

And i run with folk that only know you as a real groupie

So haters are welcome, feel free to feed my buzz

Just don't be surprised when you pick up you phone and all your luck is up