| Sorry, y’all, I ain’t got no haters
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| All I got is mother fuckin' players
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| We get money in mother fuckin' layers
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| Sorry, y’all, I ain’t got no haters
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| Sorry, y’all, I ain’t got no haters
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| All I got is maids and waiters
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| All I got is suits and gators
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| Y’all niggas lost and I’m Las Vegas
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| Sorry, y’all, I ain’t got no haters
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| Everybody love black ass Darth Vader
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| You and your women love to see me comin'
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| Come through bumpin', little kids runnin'
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| Chasin' me down like the ice cream truck
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| These police, they never light me up
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| I’m that nigga, baby, hype me up
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| Fuckin' up at work, they never write me up
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| They always hold me down and never raise me up
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| And all these women wanna glaze me up
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| Never turnt down, I’m turnt up
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| You heard me, bitch, I said, «I'm turnt up»
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| Always on ten, always too loud
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| Always too hard for this boujee ass crowd
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| Even these haters, they love my style
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| So, I don’t know what you talkin' about
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| Sorry, y’all, I ain’t got no haters
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| All I got is mother fuckin' players
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| We get money in mother fuckin' layers
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| Sorry, y’all, I ain’t got no haters
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| Sorry, y’all, I ain’t got no haters
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| All I got is maids and waiters
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| All I got is suits and gators
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| Y’all niggas lost and I’m Las Vegas
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| Your situation is ugly, not mine, nothin' but love for me
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| You on the grind tryna turn a dub to a G
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| And I’m flyin' 'round the world doin' shows overseas
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| I’m chillin' with some females
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| I don’t shop for bargains, fuck a pre-sale
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| Too much game tryna sell some
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| You know you can’t hate on a real one
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| Too $hort, I ain’t no nice dude
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| I’m like Ice Cube, run up in your white food
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| O.G., enjoyin' my life
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| Still gettin' money when I’m on the mic
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| Thirty years later still spittin' flows
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| Gettin' paid to call these bitches hoes
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| I get love wherever I go
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| And I’m always tryna get some more
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| Beeeotch
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| Sorry, y’all, I ain’t got no haters
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| All I got is mother fuckin' players
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| We get money in mother fuckin' layers
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| Sorry, y’all, I ain’t got no haters
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| Sorry, y’all, I ain’t got no haters
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| All I got is maids and waiters
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| All I got is suits and gators
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| Y’all niggas lost and I’m Las Vegas
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| Jackpot, think I’m in the crack spot? |
| You a crackpot
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| I’m a slip knot and I’ma get hot
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| And I’ma stay hot so take a backseat, nigga, Maybach
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| Boy, do what I say, nigga, robot
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| You kinda hit and miss, I’m the sure shot
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| Never sold out, niggas balled out
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| You also 'bout to fall out when I go all out
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| Michael ball out but never touch no balls
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| I ain’t a athlete, I can’t take no loss
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| All I know is champagne in my eyes
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| All this hate is what I don’t recognize
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| All I know is that L-O-V-E
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| They beg me to drink a forty of O-E
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| Low key, bump like a oldie
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| Niggas treat me better than Kobe
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| Sorry, y’all, I ain’t got no haters
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| All I got is mother fuckin' players
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| We get money in mother fuckin' layers
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| Sorry, y’all, I ain’t got no haters
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| Sorry, y’all, I ain’t got no haters
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| All I got is maids and waiters
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| All I got is suits and gators
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| Y’all niggas lost and I’m Las Vegas |