Lucci Lou - Hate Me Too lyrics

[Chorus: Lucci Lou] b**h, If I was you I'd hate me too Cause everything that I rock be new On point when it come to the j**els When the light hit the rock, turn blue If I was you, I would hate me too (me too) Everything a n***a ride be smooth (skrrt) I came down in the drop-top coupe If I was you, I would hate me too [Verse 1: T@] Pull up in the Porsche, n***a Tires skinny, but my pockets fat Hoes be like "Who is that n***a?" Chef Boy Young Money T@ Young Delta, fly all day, every day If you got a plug, I can probably beat the rate Maybe money, but them hoes I'd never chase We eatin', money coming fast, we ain't sayin' Grace 200 in a mattress, n***a f** Chase Lou got the Jesus piece with the pink face All black coupe, ain't got nothin' to do with race If I ever go to trial, I'ma beat the case I'ma beat that p**y up, and I'ma f** her face Never-never gave a f** what a n***a say Gettin' money is something I'ma always do Been fly, still fly, no Jet Blue [Chorus: Lucci Lou & T@] b**h, If I was you I would hate me too Everything a n***a ride be smooth (skrrt) I came down in the drop-top coupe If I was you, I would hate me too b**h, If I was you I'd hate me too Cause everything that I rock be new On point when it come to the j**els When the light hit the rock, turn blue [Verse 2: Lucci Lou] I pull up in the 'Lac, n***a I'm sittin' low, but I'm high as f** They like "Who the f** is that n***a?" Lucci Lou, and he bout his bucks Been gettin' money since a lil n***a Now I'm all grown up, but I still get it In this rap sh**, man a n***a livin' If I said it then I saw it, or a n***a did it Yeah I see why they hatin' on me All they hoes wanna date me b**h I'm a G, and boy I come straight out that East Yeah, that's the home of the beast New whip, color c**aine, n***a 36 for the whole thing, n***a I drive around in your hoe Range, n***a Your married b**h is my new dame, n***a (hah!) [Skit] God damn, man Who that is pulled up in the spaceship like that, man? That Lil Wayne! Man, he still balling like that, man? I don't like that sh** at all, man Damn, look how the doors open! [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uh- The bando poppin' like a club, too b**h in the kitchen on her one's and two's I feel like Tarzan on his jungle juice I feel like a drug lord, a kingpin You should kneel down, kiss the ring then Sit the drink down, pour the lean in The I sit down, and dream a Genie Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star We got work from here to Mars Hit the kitchen, kiss the floors Givin' b**hes dick of ours (yeah) We got guns behind the bar Shoot the club up, and find the car Spark a blunt up and find remorse Make the sign of the cross, then we ridin' off (damn) Fat pockets, and they gotta eat But they started smaller than Olive Oil (yeah) I could take sand to the beach, and I could f** around and play Volleyball And I am not worn, and not tired at all, but you gon see diamonds everytime I yawn Don't hate me, hate the high I'm on, that's why I'm on, get your YM on, muthaf**a [Chorus: T@ & Lucci Lou] b**h, If I was you I'd hate me too Cause everything that I rock be new On point when it come to the j**els When the light hit the rock, turn blue b**h, If I was you I would hate me too Everything a n***a ride be smooth (skrrt) I came down in the drop-top coupe If I was you, I would hate me too