Thats Why They Hatin (feat. Lil Flip) feat. Lil Flip

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[Chorus] I was born from 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 [Verse 1: Snow Tha Product] 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 to international destinations I be gassing and wrecking stages while I'm rapping and getting famous Im making my ends meet while I'm laughing at all these haters Cause I'm smashing these imitators so they mad cause im getting paper I think they hating, so Imma show 'em And you better believe that Imma show them What happens when you piss snow off Imma speed it up a bit Show them how to get the club to crunk up a bit Imma show them real stacks with Benjamins peeled back And Imma be the cause for their suffering Cause if they mad now, they've got to hate me then Cause by this summer Imma 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lil Flip 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 gon' 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 Im getting mad props, cash knots, bad drops Im 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) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Snow Tha Product] You see the fact im 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'se a joke, and you know that you'se 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 [Chorus]