Haters

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo] Fuck state greens, I'm tryna cake bitch Quarter key, I'm ballin' key Blake Griff Jet ski, black sand, bad bitch My passport need pages for the next trip Fall asleep we got the cars that your ass dream of Kush loud pack bet ya bitch blow some steam off I keep the ruger under the rug beanies Hoes here the rumors and they love me, love me Fast cars, loose women, the high life We bust bottles smoke weed all night Hermeez cost as much as the gators sole (Big up to all my haters) [Chorus: 50 Cent] All we do is stunt and blow the paper, the paper The balling make a hater wanna hate us, the haters Can't take it when they see the money makers, we make a Whole lotta money, whole lotta money All we do is stunt and blow the paper, the paper The balling make a hater wanna hate us, the haters Can't take it when they see the money makers, we make a Whole lotta money, whole lotta money [Verse 2: Shawty Lo] Shawty Lo I hear ya hating us All that small talk I love laying up Yea dey know, me and Yayo In the NY, hitting yayo Bitch better have my money Wanna gain up now it's steady as a diamond Got the bitch naked like new jack city Kinda remind me of monday night Magic City Bitch I'm shawty, bornhome shawty Westsides on boy Bankhead shawty Bitch I'm with it, bought a whole ticket And I got the whole G-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit with me, 50 [Chorus: 50 Cent] All we do is stunt and blow the paper, the paper The balling make a hater wanna hate us, the haters Can't take it when they see the money makers, we make a Whole lotta money, whole lotta money All we do is stunt and blow the paper, the paper The balling make a hater wanna hate us, the haters Can't take it when they see the money makers, we make a Whole lotta money, whole lotta money [Verse 3: Roscoe Dash] Attracted to the money like bees on honey My swag on dummy, cash on runny I'm way more than what you asked for hunny Knock it all collection plate from the last 4 Sundays I'm I'll, hold the pills, my skill, is so for real Watch the candy rain fall I'm on her brail, playas so real I'm on a whole nother plato Lean back Fat Joe I ain't got time to be concerned with you assholes Status outrageous, I'm on to y'all haters I'm so far ahead, I'm sitting down waiting I feel your frustration for my very last statement I'm (Big up to all my haters) [Chorus: 50 Cent] All we do is stunt and blow the paper, the paper The balling make a hater wanna hate us, the haters Can't take it when they see the money makers, we make a Whole lotta money, whole lotta money All we do is stunt and blow the paper, the paper The balling make a hater wanna hate us, the haters Can't take it when they see the money makers, we make a Whole lotta money, whole lotta money [Verse 4: Kidd Kidd & 50 Cent] Peek-A-Boo, ya I see you homie Peeping my swag out you peepin tom South Beach flip flops no sneakers on I ain't talkin D Wade when I say the heat is on 9th Ward nine millimeter boys Make a murder scene like a misdemeanor charge Kidd Kidd ain't your face on every wanted poster You the realest would you please autograph my poster That's the Ryda gang, got everybody sayin, them boys do they thing Oh I thought you know, got them things that go blow Oh, hit em low, lift them from the toe, off the floor Left em soft, watch them soar, uhh [Chorus: 50 Cent] All we do is stunt and blow the paper, the paper The balling make a hater wanna hate us, the haters Can't take it when they see the money makers, we make a Whole lotta money, whole lotta money All we do is stunt and blow the paper, the paper The balling make a hater wanna hate us, the haters Can't take it when they see the money makers, we make a Whole lotta money, whole lotta money