They like: ya doing? Why ya still here? I'm a pistol rap, damn bitch I live here about trends, I sit and shit, I did here This grown man music, you popular the kids here Yeah, I put on Jeezy 'nem If they help me put on, ya know I'm them If roaching, you would never ever see me with them And if I tell her, "Come with me!", you know she him I'm saying, look, I got it like that Yeah, the haters took it from me, but I got it back If you got some bitch up in ya, I'ma it like that If the bag heavy, well, then it's not the right bag, yeah
Laughing at these haters tryna block my tryna act like it's not my time Why you worried my nickels, and 'bout my dime? might lock away my body, but can't lock my mind
I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you shit) I don't owe you niggas shit, (I don't owe you niggas shit) I owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) I don't owe you niggas shit, I don't owe you niggas shit, (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
What ya want, homie? I don't owe shit, Bet ya never got told "No" quick (Hell nah) Now, ya mad at me, huh? I'm on ya list Do it then, and what you get is foot and this fist See you in the kitchen, he sealing the deal I'm in my home, countin' money, a million for real I'm a boss, but I like I'm still in the field If I say "Fuck you!", I ain't playing, bitch, the feeling is 'Cause I'm swimming pool cool, I trip like that You make a nigga empty out a clip like that You don't want a see that bag zipped like that What I'm repping? Screwed Up Click, Hoover Crip like
at these haters tryna block my shine Always act like it's not my time Why you 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my dime? They lock away my body, but can't lock my mind
I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you shit) I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I owe you niggas shit) I don't owe you niggas shit, (I don't owe you niggas shit) I don't owe you niggas shit, I don't owe you niggas shit, (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
They asking Johnny I spent on my chain And how karats, what kind of diamonds in this ring Did he make payments or did he drop all the Probably wanna know if I wear Polo drawers or Would ya look at that house? I he ain't doing bad "Can I get a dollars?" They see me, that's what they ask Smell like some Reggie, they see me, what they pass I be like, "Damn, y'all really be doing bad!" But ain't my bidness, I got shit to do You already know I giving shit to you And to my money, baby, I really into you you off and go get money, that's what I'm fin to do
Laughing at these haters tryna my shine tryna act like it's not my time Why you worried 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my They might lock my body, but can't lock my mind
I don't owe you niggas shit, (I don't owe you niggas shit) I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you shit) I don't owe you niggas shit, (I don't owe you niggas shit) I don't owe you shit, I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)