[Produced by Will-A-Fool & Bobby Kritical]
[Intro: Chaz Gotti]
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy f**ed up on Xans
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy f**ed up on Xans
[Hook: Chaz Gotti]
I got rich before my idol
Know he mad, he seen me poppin'
Fix your face, I see you poutin'
Spent a check in Neiman Marcus
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy f**ed up on Xans
Watch who you calling your friend
They might take the food out your hand
[Verse 1: Chaz Gotti]
How can you hate on your man?
How can you stay with your man?
How can you eat off your man?
Watch what you say to his homies
Get a badder b**h, you turn her phony
Hate when your man's your opponent
Put in work with a n***a
Then they end up telling on you
Started from the bottom in the trenches with a n***a
f**ed up my wrist with my n***a
Shot my first stick with my n***a
I hate that I called him my n***a
I jumped out a Porsche and a coupe
I'm still with the same crew
Some n***as red, some are blue
Some n***as fake, some true
[Hook: Chaz Gotti]
I got rich before my idol
Know he mad, he seen me poppin'
Fix your face, I see you poutin'
Spent a check in Neiman Marcus
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy f**ed up on Xans
Watch who you calling your friend
They might take the food out your hand
[Verse 2: K Camp]
Watch who you're calling your friends
Watch how I flex in a Benz
Watch how I turn up on n***as again and again and again and again
Hey if I like it I spend
Really no need to pretend
That n***a Gotti my kin
I'm mixing the juice, that's a hell of a blend
Do it one time, do it one time
Smokin' that Lou got me out of my mind
f**ing your b**h and I ran out of time
That money keep calling, you know that's a sign
Yah, and all my n***as want them M&Ms
f** them n***as, we ain't friends with them
For real
[Hook: Chaz Gotti]
I got rich before my idol
Know he mad, he seen me poppin'
Fix your face, I see you poutin'
Spent a check in Neiman Marcus
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy f**ed up on Xans
Watch who you calling your friend
They might take the food out your hand
[Verse 3: Chaz Gotti]
Pop a seal, no Cris
Louis dripping, all Christian
Get love in the D like the Pistons
Good with the TEC and the pistol
That's the traphouse, please don't make it your home
That b**h ain't no good, please don't make her your ho
No love in the streets, I pray I make it home
f**ed up on Xans, I pray I leave em 'lone
Slime be your man but you call him your home
Man I miss Duncan, I wish he was home
She ain't good for me, I can leave her alone
I can't resist her in her thong
Can't name a n***a I did wrong
Took care of the streets on my own
Jura**ic Park, Little Italy
Clay county my home
[Hook: Chaz Gotti]
I got rich before my idol
Know he mad, he seen me poppin'
Fix your face, I know you poutin'
Spent a check in Neiman Marcus
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy f**ed up on Xans
Watch who you calling your friend
They might take the food out your hand
[Bridge: Chaz Gotti]
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy f**ed up on Xans
Watch who you callin' your friends
They might take the food out your hand
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy f**ed up on Xans
Watch who you callin' your friends
They might take the food out your hand
[Hook: Chaz Gotti]
I got rich before my idol
Know he mad, he seen me poppin'
Fix your face, I know you poutin'
Spent a check in Neiman Marcus
How can you hate on your man?
Too busy f**ed up on Xans
Watch who you calling your friend
They might take the food out your hand