Gla**es Malone - Haterz lyrics

[Intro: Gla**es Malone & (Lil Wayne)] Yeah yeah (yessir) Bad a** blue division, baby (su-woo) So crazy around here right now n***a (Eastside) It's like Kobe and Shaq (ya dig?) G and Weezy b**h Who banging the squad Cash Money the team Young Money All-Stars muthaf**as (Young Mula baby!) Pay attention n***a, yeah [Hook: Gla**es Malone] I'm in the club going dumb something clean out front like uhhh You know them haterz gon like that Looking so damn fly sending corks through the sky like ahhh You know them haterz gon like that Spend a hundred on my timepiece so if you ain't a dimepiece Whoa, you know them haterz gon like that sh** but that just how it goes when a n***a getting dough like ohhh You know them haterz gon like that [Bridge: Gla**es Malone] I hear you talking hater but you ain't saying nothing I hear you talking hater but you ain't saying nothing I hear you talking hater but you ain't saying nothing Man I let them keep talking as long as muthaf**a walking [Verse 1: Gla**es Malone] I'm a grown a** man, you wanna to see I.D Filthy rich on the floor f** V.I.P Got my hand on my drink other hand on my waist Two-stepping to the beat I chuck my set in n***as face like ohh This beat got me bouncing like a check In my Crown Holder jeans cost a stack on my specs I'm looking like money if I see it than I'm stacking it Your wife in my scope and my shot is so accurate You n***as like activists appealing to the psyche Man Malone will get it jerkin I 'Just Do It' like Nike Seein really with the fighting and I'm really with the business I'm married to the game man God as my Witness [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Weezy F naturally born baby Prp's, SB's, matching shirt, maybe White-T, neck V, gla**es are Versace Married to the Mob but I'm a bachelor baby Love is in the air I put on a gas mask I rather be head first than an a** last I'm a gorilla call me Sasquatch And I keep my army with me like M.A.S.H Light up the purp pa** it like Steve Nash b**h I'm so hot I'll give your a** a heat rash Young Money boy I'm on 03' cash Such a CEO like my homie D-Dash Yeah... we mash like Pac and the Outlaws And we stand-up and try not to down-fall I'm trying to reach my goal like a round-ball Freddy Adu anything for the crown ya'll Or David Beckham only pay'em or respect'em Pop one, pop two, b**h I'm on a triple decker Icicle on my necklace on my cashmere sweater Keep a shotgun I'm a Hunter like Heather Yessir shut up and listen to the professor Or it could get ugly like Esther Whether in the South or that West Coast weather I'm popping, Malone and Stockton [Hook] [Bridge 2: Gla**es Malone] If you got a fly ride put your keys in the sky scream ahhh You know them haterz gonna like that If you feeling like a star spend a thousand at the bar scream oooh You know them haterz gonna like that If it's hundreds in your pursue a** hiking up your shirt scream ahhh You know them haterz gonna like that If your girl is a duck and your hair is whipped up Scream oooh, you know them haterz gonna like that [Verse 3: Birdman] Dropped a hundred on the watch couple hundred on the chain Whip our front cost half of whole thang Drop head rows with the automatic doors Fifty on my pinky twenty five on my hoes Stunner man been balling since the 80's Bought fifty whips bought one for my lady Bet your bottom dollar j**els ain't flaws Cash Money ball to you fall [Hook] [Outro: Birdman] CMB n***a