Hate Me Later

[Chorus: JD Era] Okay, you bad, mama, you bad, so thank whoever made ya Won't do it for me, then do it for the paper These hoes never knew I had so much flavor I said I'm busy gettin' it now, hate on me later Okay, I'm busy gettin' it now, hate on me later I said I'm busy gettin' it now, hate on me later That's why these hoes never knew I had so much flavor I said I'm busy gettin' it now, hate on me later [Verse 1: JD Era] They told me that success is the best revenge You can roll with us or you can roll with them Look, if you rollin' with them, you better learn how to swim 'Cause I'm pissin' in nigga's pools and burnin' down nigga's jams Oh yeah, you on fire, i guess a nigga's plans can't work out (Out) I swear the game let a bunch of fuckin' nerds out (Words out) Breakin' and splittin', twistin' the herb out (Swerve out) Just a little nigga that you heard 'bout They call me ever the reason you showed up See, this is how a lil' supersize to blown up Toned up, my m-m-money got grown up Tell him go nuts, I am fuckin' these hoes up (Get on) Guap up, homie, life is a bitch (Yeah) Drop tops in the summer, slide out in the 6 Yeah, nigga, up your swag, add a bit to the wrist Then lose the gang of lames, and write some shit like this [Chorus: JD Era] Okay, you bad, mama, you bad, so thank whoever made ya Won't do it for me, then do it for the paper These hoes never knew I had so much flavor I said I'm busy gettin' it now, hate on me later Okay, I'm busy gettin' it now, hate on me later I said I'm busy gettin' it now, hate on me later That's why these hoes never knew I had so much flavor I said I'm busy gettin' it now, hate on me later [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Uh Brand new crib, old-ass neighbors Brand new whip with a CD changer Now my shit a bizness, give a fuck about a hater Smokin' on that chronic, exotic, hypnotic flavors Last name Miller, never played for the Pacers Shit you write is whack, so I'm handin' out erasers Game changer, same muhfucker Who came around, try to take the game to another Level, independent is how I get it Fuckin' with the kid, I guarantee you gon' regret it Snap-back only, jersey: throwback Take a picture, put it on your Twitter, that's a Kodak Moment, it ain't shit 'til you own it Burn a muhfuckin' track: Jim Rome, and You lookin' homeless, and that's certain All the bitches say, "Whoop": Chris Berman [Chorus: JD Era] Okay, you bad, mama, you bad, so thank whoever made ya Won't do it for me, then do it for the paper These hoes never knew I had so much flavor I said I'm busy gettin' it now, hate on me later Okay, I'm busy gettin' it now, hate on me later I said I'm busy gettin' it now, hate on me later That's why these hoes never knew I had so much flavor I said I'm busy gettin' it now, hate on me later [Verse 3: JD Era] Alright, alright, pick a time, pick a place to set it up I guarantee the hoes in the crowd won't get enough A young fly nigga, I'm tryna live it up You forty and still broke, you probably should give it up (What's up?) Go and get you some, go and, go and get you some So many hoes in this club, go and get you one But watch out for that laced [?] weed It's a black market party, baby, we do it big I'm a giant, better yet, a monster Did it on our own, fuck a co-sign, a sponsor Do what you can, I do whatever I want to So if you take it off, I'ma put this dick on ya (Oh, yeah) Now, baby, shake on this, put your weight on this With your old-ass watch, boy, you late on this (Turn me up) Hot enough to cook a steak on this Middle finger to whoever, tell 'em, "Hate on this" I shut it down [Chorus: JD Era] Okay, you bad, mama, you bad, so thank whoever made ya Won't do it for me, then do it for the paper These hoes never knew I had so much flavor I said I'm busy gettin' it now, hate on me later Okay, I'm busy gettin' it now, hate on me later I said I'm busy gettin' it now, hate on me later That's why these hoes never knew I had so much flavor I said I'm busy gettin' it now, hate on me later