(feat. Dom Kennedy & YG)
[Verse 1:]
(Uh let's get it, work)
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** it
LA women in my stable none have been my donkey
Bulimic may be decent, said "baby you need Jesus"
Said "ain't you m**m Wale?" I said handle yo business
Go and mind it bumpin Gold Alpinas
Rap while mix poetry quadrupled a n***a vagina
And take take down squad stay down
All my b**hes in here that's 2 5 say "ooww"
Supercharged out that San Diego medical
And about a move contemplate on this revenue
And heaven knows with this money she can do to you
But I ain't tryna orange suit for hoardin pharmaceutical
Elude the fame in the same breath pursue the loot
When you do your thing ya bang b**hes then toodle-oo
Zanotti boots Giuseppe's woo
She throw a fit she threw it at me I just threw the deuces
[Hook 1:]
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em
Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em
(Uh let's get it, work) Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em
Yea, Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters f** em
(Uh let's get it, work)
[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em
She switched sides on me other n***as f**in
But I'm a bounce back like it ain't nothing
And you n***as could never see me
Talk sh** but he wanna be me I ont drink Vodka-tinis
I f** with that straight 'Gnac from here to the state cap
With b**hes that lick sacks and n***as that shoot craps
So I don't give a f** about a rap check
Just cars and a**ets, rolexes with baguettes
Your b**hes got bad breath my b**hes get mad impressed
Like "why you can't call me?" "damn, we just had s**"
Hella shows hella girls hella beats crush em
At least hook a n***a up a English muffin
I wonder would she'd like me if I did construction
It's rules to the game you gotta read instructions
We can't split alimony,
Just half of this macaroni have s** then we back to homies that's it
[Hook 2:]
Hella flow, hella bread, hella haters, f** 'em
(And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em)
(And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em)
(And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em)
(And I been cutting hoes off cause I can't trust em)
[Verse 3: YG]
Haters f** em, All my haters f** em
Reason I ain't got no girlfriend cause these b**hes I can't trust em
Police duck em middle finger f** em
I went from robbin the rich I'm a scattish mother f**er
You's a mark, but that's a topic I ont wanna touch on
You the type that don't bust back when you get bust on
Get your b**h before I let her have it
If you don't wanna go to jail boy pay them taxes
Wale reached out (What Up) he a real n***a
I thought he ain't f** with a n***a like Tommy Hilfiger, salute
Them b**hes from the club be boufed
The only reason we f** with em cause we know they get loose
You got n***as ghost ridin your hits
I got b**hes from the Bay ghost ridin my dick
I'm so west coast, I used to be strapped on the metro
I remember asking n***as who had snaps on the petro
But now I got...
[Hook 2]