Haters Still Mad (Album Version) feat. Lil' Ron,Big T

歌詞

(*talking*) Yeah, it's Lil' Ron and Lil' Flip (haters still mad) I know, I know Whoa yeah, yeah, yeah, uh [Lil' Flip] You haters still mad, cause you see how we living I'm Lil' Flip, I'm dancing like Ernie Skippins I got a touchdown, when I went platinum I thought you was suppose to be hot, what happened Your shit came out, but you got the big head While you had the big head, I made big bread I got a big house, I got a big car I got a lot of shit, I even got a club with a bar What you want some Grey Goose or Belvedere I'm the new rap tight, artist of the year Feel me, listen to my style And when you see blue diamonds, that's my smile I'm a pimp by nature, I'd never hate ya I get a bitch you act up, I can replace ya I went to Asia, and bought a couple of things I bought a couple of watches, I bought a couple of rings Bling bling, that's what I like to do I ain't you, nigga so stay true To the game, and think like me I saw you went to the mall, and bought a mink like me (*talking*) Ha-ha, yeah, yeah We in this motherfucker, haters mad Stop acting like that, but we don't Give a fuuuuck ha ha, Ron wreck this motherfucker (uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh) [Lil' Ron] Got flows to make you say whoa, Lil' Ron be pimping them hoes In the back of the limo, I'm blowing on that hydro In a six deuce Impala, watch all the hoes folla Your chain hollow nigga, you will never see tomorrow Swallow your pride, and rise up to the top nigga You fuck with me, then you will get popped nigga Flip in the Testarosa, nine in the holster Bitches running to the car, saying sign the poster Don't approach us, if you ain't might get some money Cause we ain't playing with you bitches, ain't shit funny [Lil' Flip] Cause we about our money, we call it moola I know you know me, but I don't know who you are You saying you the man, you wanna do a track I'm saying nigga right now, I need ten stacks And if you playing, I'ma turn my back on ya And if you try to jack, I'll turn my gat on ya It ain't no joke, don't play with my money nigga Cause I'm a street nigga, I ain't a dummy nigga I had money before, they had big faces I was riding, jamming Scarface "Sex Faces" Me and Devin about, to do some tracks And I'm, like Will I'm a man in black I got a gun and a gat, got a tech and a HK A AK, got a partna named Clay-Day I mean Clay-Do, killas on the payro' And I never drank, on the K-Ro Go to Dego's, for a couple of tats I go to the Ammo Dome, for a couple of gats I got the bullets with the green tips, shooting through ya vest Nigga, and watch your ass get flipped I gotta stick to the script, I can't be a laim nigga If he got you fucked off, why you still hang nigga You say he your friend, but he talk behind your back My advice to you, is walk behind your gat Cause the streets be watching, nigga be plotting Hoes wanna fuck you, cause they be bopping Niggaz be holding, cars be stolen Album is platinum, but first it went golden Now I'm rolling, look at my rims No more cloudy diamonds, look at my gems Now I'm smoking on the best shit Yeah I'm Lil' Flip, I'm in the S.U.C. click Screwed Up Click, for y'all that don't know You hear about it, for y'all that don't go To my concerts, one girl got one shirt I put my autograph, right on her skirt And she told everybody at her job Lil' Flip, music really goes hard Now my fans, just liking what I'm doing Cause I'm entrepreneuring, nigga wanna boo em But they can't, cause they know I'm a legend They got monitors on they leg, in the house by seven It seems like niggaz get dumber and dumber How you trade in a Benz, just to get you a Hummer You went to jail, now you on probation For real, should of went and got a education But your dumb ass, couldn't be patient You wanted to smoke weed, now time you're facing Three years, behind three blunts Three freaks, damn nigga three sweets And that wasn't even endo You went to jail, for some regular weed And you saying, that you better than me You smarter than me, how the fuck you harder than me Come on my nigga, how you recording in three Different studios get your own shit, get your own click Nigga why you fucking with that nigga wife, get your own bitch (*talking*) Biatch (biatch) ha-ha, haters still mad What can I say, iight, cool