Hatin n*ggas

[Intro: Cash Click Boog]
Look me in my face

[Chorus: Cash Click Boog]
I swear I hate n*ggas, I hate n*ggas like a motherf*cker
Fake n*ggas like a motherf*cker, look me in my face
Look through these karate frames I can see this hate
It don't matter 'cause it's money in the safe, why they mad?
I did it on my own, why they mad?
Ain't nobody put me on, why they mad?
GMC, we too busy gettin' cash
They just mad 'cause I'm runnin' up a bag

[Verse 1: Cash Click Boog]
Why they hatin' on me? they hatin' on me 'cause they not me
I hate n*ggas like a Nazi
Get that bag, I can't let nobody stop me
Disrespect and we gon' rock 'em, that's real talk
It ain't never been a thing to let that steel talk
Syrup, ain't no Smirnoff, pints, pop the seal off
You ain't never hustled if you never took a real loss
Trappin', I ain't got no time to chill dog, make it count
Blower on me, I can't let these n*ggas play me out
Bands in my PRP's, bands in my bank account
I'm still lookin' at my daughter, got me blankin' out
I gotta get us out the hood, that's all I think about
I keep a shooter, he gon' shoot it if he take it out
Sleepin' bags, yellow crime scene, tape him out
I know some n*ggas that ain't make it out
That's why it's on me, I can't never go a day without
I talk it like I walk it, play it like I say it
But we gettin' money n*gga, get that through your head
Cash Click, more problems, more bread
Keep your plate pus*y, we already fed, hatin' n*gga

[Chorus: Cash Click Boog]
I swear I hate n*ggas, I hate n*ggas like a motherf*cker
Fake n*ggas like a motherf*cker, look me in my face
Look through these karate frames I can see this hate
It don't matter 'cause it's money in the safe, why they mad?
I did it on my own, why they mad?
Ain't nobody put me on, why they mad?
GMC, we too busy gettin' cash
They just mad 'cause I'm runnin' up a bag

[Verse 2: Cash Click Boog]
I ain't never dropped no dime, why they mad?
Went to jail and did my time, why they mad?
That's why I hate n*ggas
Why you hatin', you a fake n*gga
And fake n*ggas f*ck with fake n*ggas
I got some shooters in the hole that ain't gon' play with you
And if your n*ggas got your back then they can lay with you
Got my block pimpin' like AZ, ballin' like Jay-Z
And you be switchin' teams like KD
All this money in my pocket look crazy
Cash Click sh*t, Army and Navy, gettin' stupid cash
Every time they send them bales in, we move 'em fast
Quit hating and go get a bag with your Boosie ass
Still thinkin' 'bout them times when I was doin' bad
Broke and I ain't have a dime, I ain't know who to ask
Now I do the Ballys belt with the shoes to match
Me and Sal walkin' out of Saks, we just blew a bag
On mamas I'm gettin' guap, on mamas I got it locked
On everything I'm a lick, I promise it's one up top
Sold out, it's gonna throw some fifty pointers in the watch
Never bummin', we be spendin' hella money, f*ck the opps

[Chorus: Cash Click Boog]
I swear I hate n*ggas, I hate n*ggas like a motherf*cker
Fake n*ggas like a motherf*cker, look me in my face
Look through these karate frames I can see this hate
It don't matter 'cause it's money in the safe, why they mad?
I did it on my own, why they mad?
Ain't nobody put me on, why they mad?
GMC, we too busy gettin' cash
They just mad 'cause I'm runnin' up a bag

[Verse 3: Philthy Rich]
I say I'm runnin' up a bag, you just runnin' up a check
You better pay them people 'fore they repo his jet
Stop speakin' on the past and all the sh*t you used to have
b*tch I'm ballin' right now, a hundred thousand, all cash
Salute to Cash Click, b*tch I'm in the fast whip
Fresh off the lot, paper tags and manuscripts
All these foreigns in my garage, look like I manufacture whips
n*ggas love you when you broke and then they hate you when you rich
Sem City in this b*tch, a hundred thousand on my wrist
I was really in them trenches, public housing in the rich
Yeah this cheese for police, want a n*gga off the streets
All I did was motivate n*ggas to get up off the streets
Money on the table, endorsmenets from Cookies and Strideline
They just want a n*gga sittin' on the sideline
Before you sign a deal you better read the fine line
For a broke b*tch, I could never find time
Any n*gga out of Oakland, I bet I motivate 'em
And if that n*gga ain't feelin' me then he just a hater
See I was locked up in Elmwood with D-Boy
A lot of n*ggas be pus*y, no they ain't street boy

[Chorus: Cash Click Boog]
I swear I hate n*ggas, I hate n*ggas like a motherf*cker
Fake n*ggas like a motherf*cker, look me in my face
Look through these karate frames I can see this hate
It don't matter 'cause it's money in the safe, why they mad?
I did it on my own, why they mad?
Ain't nobody put me on, why they mad?
GMC, we too busy gettin' cash
They just mad 'cause I'm runnin' up a bag