Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hatin on Me, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Cream, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.07.2015
Record label: Velocity
Song language: English
Hatin on Me |
Meek ain’t countin' money no more |
If it ain’t right, it ain’t right |
Zip the bag up |
Drop it right there |
Ugh! |
I got these niggas hatin' on me |
But I don’t give a fuck, because they bitches waiting on me |
I’m just counting all this money, and buying all these hammers |
So when these niggas play, I let my shooters go bananas |
Diamonds flashing like a camera, my whip sound like a monster |
My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar sponsor |
These niggas getting sick, somebody call a doctor |
Cause all this blood drippin', 20 racks I Louboutin her |
I go Dolce & Gabana, Gucci Louis Prada |
Fly as hell in YSL boy I got a lot of 'em |
Madre and cabanas, that’s where they probably find us |
Jumpin' off the jet, like sayonara to ya honor |
I spoil them bitches, I employ them niggas |
Wipe my ass with the riches like it’s some toilet tissue |
Fuck with a winner, minks in the winter |
Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that nigga |
Yo niggas hatin', my niggas ballin' |
Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles |
My bitch is patient, yo bitch is boring |
Fucked her that Friday night |
We both woke up that Sunday morning |
Young nigga, lotta cash, bad bitch, lotta ass |
Lamborghini kinda fast, it got these haters kinda mad |
Make me bring them sticks out, AK with the comma and |
These niggas is kinda nice, which means they kinda ass |
I be on all kinds of shit, boy I get all kinds of cash |
Monday I’mma wear my J’s, Tuesday in my Prada bag |
Wednesday I go Louboutin |
They say «How you been?» |
I say «Doing fine» |
Bitch I ball hard like 2 LeBrons, I hit the booth, no suit and tie |
I’m Superman, my bitch is super fly |
I make a hater wanna kill hisself, suicide |
A nigga play with me? |
He know it’s do or die |
Cause I got a big Mac, and that bitch be super sized |
Rollin' with a hundred goons, boy I got a hundred jewels |
'Bout to fuck a hundred hoes, all them bitches coming soon |
Tell 'em that I’m comin' now, tell 'em I’mma common coon |
Boy my shit be super hot, I name my album summer June |
I spoil them bitches, I employ them niggas |
Wipe my ass with the riches like it’s some toilet tissue |
Fuck with a winner, minks in the winter |
Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that nigga |
Yo niggas hatin', my niggas ballin' |
Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles |
My bitch is patient, yo bitch is boring |
Fucked her that Friday night |
We both woke up that Sunday morning |
Bugatti with Rozay, 'bout to meet Jose |
He said that that workin', I was like «okay» |
She say give me money, I was like «no way» |
She got mad and text my phone |
It ain’t no work if it ain’t no pay |
I’m like be gone bitch, be gone bitch |
I pop a perc, turn on my on switch |
Them bitches ain’t on that, nigga cause they on this |
You put 'em on money and I put 'em on dick, really though |
I spoil them bitches, I employ them niggas |
Wipe my ass with the riches like it’s some toilet tissue |
Fuck with a winner, minks in the winter |
Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that nigga |
Yo niggas hatin', my niggas ballin' |
Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles |
My bitch is patient, yo bitch is boring |
Fucked her that Friday night |
We both woke up that Sunday morning |
Can I ask a favor? |
Please embrace that Meek is just that boy now! |
Why fight it? |
You’re doing yourself a disservice |