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