Spiffy - f** Da Haters lyrics

[Hook] f** these b**hes, fell in love with the 100s Went in Louis, spent a 20 on my luggage Throwing that 20, I'm drinking that mud Don't need juice when I'm drinking, I'm twisted f** the haters, these b**hes gon' love me Getting mad, I don't play by my money Grew up in the streets, I ain't trusting nothing Throwing up, my n***a twisting on bullsh** f** the haters, these b**hes gon' love me Very important, everything 'bout the money Got trap, but all I do is f** Got a rifle, shoot like 100 Stay down and I'mma f** all the commas Got a b**h that look like Madonna f** the haters cause these b**hes gon' love me f** the haters cause these b**hes gon' love me [Verse 1] f** a hater and his opinions Got a sweet trap, selling sugar and cinnamon f** the law, we don't f** with them Trap jumping, balling over the rim I ain't gon' k** you, I'mma cut off a limb You threating, n***as smarter than a shrrimp Got 2 bricks, I'mma double that I put it in the pot, I'm bubbling Got the cold mix, use a oven mitt I can f** with the roaches but not the real She strapped up like we at war at Iraq So many taps, I done [?] Pocket rocking with my belt buckle I'm a big dog, lil p**y cat Got money and power, don't take no direspect Bedroom wet, got these b**hes getting lit [Hook] f** these b**hes, fell in love with the 100s Winning, Louis, spent 20 on my luggage Throwing that 20, I'm drinking that mud Don't need juice when I'm drinking, I'm twisted f** the haters, these b**hes gon' love me Getting mad, I don't play by my money Grew up in the streets, I ain't trusting nothing Throwing up, my n***a twisting on bullsh** f** the haters, these b**hes gon' love me Very important, everything 'bout the money Got trap, but all I do is f** Got a rifle, shoot like 100 Stay down and I'mma f** all the commas Got a b**h that look like Madonna f** the haters cause these b**hes gon' love me f** the haters cause these b**hes gon' love me [Verse 2] Plugged in, put the fish in the oven f** the hater, he ain't talking 'bout nothing All of my young n***as get to the money Jump out the plane and she chews on my leg You see me n***a, this is Spiffy production Givenchy n***a, man they got by the dozen You n***a hating cause that b**h, yeah she love me I strapped up everywhere, even in public Since a young n***a, been faithful to 100 I need a mil for Harry and [?] You n***a at high, take a test [?] on top of discussion I was in the hood, if you don't know me, you wasn't Working for profit, everything 'bout the money Smoke it, cook it, these b**hes love it Get on your knees, b**h, s** it [Hook] f** these b**hes, fell in love with the 100s Winning, Louis, spent 20 on my luggage Throwing that 20, I'm drinking that mud Don't need juice when I'm drinking, I'm twisted f** the haters, these b**hes gon' love me Getting mad, I don't play by my money Grew up in the streets, I ain't trusting nothing Throwing up, my n***a twisting on bullsh** f** the haters, these b**hes gon' love me Very important, everything 'bout the money Got trap, but all I do is f** Got a rifle, shoot like 100 Stay down and I'mma f** all the commas Got a b**h that look like Madonna f** the haters cause these b**hes gon' love me f** the haters cause these b**hes gon' love me