#3AM - Haters Gonna Hate lyrics

Haters gonna hate b**hes gonna mate But i'mma make millions till you die try'n this sh** My dick so big it no fit in skinny jeans My money so long it don't fit in skinny jeans Blood in the bathroom,man i can't lose em' scenes We ballin' like machine It was hard to chase my dreams But guess what i made it when i was 14 Cuz i was a born-hustler Peeps compare me with mike Throw some balls like i'm high Drive 30 miles cuz i was with your wife Don't f** with us Cuz i'm tellin' you twice Do whatever you want Cuz haters will always an*lyze Get em' jeopardize Make their a**es paralyzed Haters gonna hate b**hes gonna mate But i'mma make millions & buy few more estates They call me overrated b**h i ain't doing this for ratings Watch me in the making Cuz i'm just gettin' started You won't see me charted Cuz that sh** is already plotted For fake who tryna ruin rap With their crazy a** topics With f**ed up logics f** the profits Cuz you've already disgraced the rap-prophets I'm talkin' Nas,2Pac,Biggie & all the other wordsmiths Haters gonna hate b**hes gonna mate But i'mma make millions just to make that b**h swallow it There's no room for your b**h a** So you better get out of it All you can do is flip em' omelettes Ain't no one was with me when i was under pressure Got my mind workin' like GTA'S Trevor Now i'm living life full of pleasures I got something for yo momma so don't panic She s**s my dick You know what she calls me after it? Dictator,b**h I know i'm a sinner Cuz i'm a k**a Who pulls that mothaf**in trigga I shoot his dick like i'm Channing Tatum Got Buscemis on my feet Cuz jordans is for sheets Haters gonna hate b**hes gonna mate But i'mma make millions & later on celebrate