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