Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stunt On Ya Haters, artist - Ca$h Out. Album song Let's Get It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Entertainment One
Song language: English
Stunt On Ya Haters |
Fifteen hundred dollars on my shoes |
Water, water, water all in my jewels |
They fucking with me, they know me so cool |
I’m feeling like Bishop, I got the juice |
Stunt on your haters, stunt on your haters |
Stunt on your haters, stunt on your haters |
15 hundred dollars on my shoes |
Water, water, water all in my jewels |
30 thousand wrist, got them hating |
Fucked your bitch first, then we went dating |
They want to have my money and my britches |
Therefore I leave them stitches |
need her money, you just forgot to mention |
Bitches texting me, talking bout they want all my inches |
I get paid just to look at me, so that’s pay attention |
You niggas broke, and you niggas thieves, I know you grinching |
I got your ho, pockets on sloppy joe |
Knocking your bitches down, calling that dominos |
Feed her some dominos, take myself out to Pappadeaux |
Haters everywhere, haters everywhere |
bottles and let’s have a toast |
Fifteen hundred dollars on my shoes |
Water, water, water all in my jewels |
They fucking with me, they know me so cool |
I’m feeling like Bishop, I got the juice |
Stunt on your haters, stunt on your haters |
Stunt on your haters, stunt on your haters |
15 hundred dollars on my shoes |
Water, water, water all in my jewels |
I’m stunting on haters, I’m getting this money |
My cars is exotic, I’m fucking her fashion |
Raised in apartments, I live in a mansion |
VVS in my stone and my diamonds keep dancing |
My girl black and latin, she cool with me trapping |
She one of a kind, that ass got a patent |
The police showed up and they asked her what happened |
She said get my lawyer, I just start laughing |
All of my shoes, 15 hundred on everything |
Designer my fabric, I think I’m the shit |
Pardon my manners |
Wore my fit once, ain’t no use for no hamper |
Grab my bandana |
I’m from the south where we call it black-lanta |
I stunt on my haters, I ball on you fucks |
Draped out in gold, like I’m King Tut |
Big Cuban link, like I got Midas touch |
I roll it, I roll it, I smoke it, I smoke it |
I’m drinking this lean till a young nigga throw up |
Ca$h out, my nigga, you know I fuck with you |
Got bottles of liquor, come pour you some more up |
Giuseppe my footprints, I got the blueprint |
To make dollars it took sense, broke niggas a nuisance |
Fifteen hundred dollars on my shoes |
Water, water, water all in my jewels |
They fucking with me, they know me so cool |
I’m feeling like Bishop, I got the juice |
Stunt on your haters, stunt on your haters |
Stunt on your haters, stunt on your haters |
15 hundred dollars on my shoes |
Water, water, water all in my jewels |