Fuck da Haters - HoodRich Pablo Juan

Fuck these bitches, fell in love with the hundreds

Went in Louis, spent a twenty on my luggage

Four in that twenty, I’m drinking that muddy

I don’t need juice when I’m drinking, on Tussin

Fuck the haters, these bitches gon' love me

Getting mine, I don’t play by my money

Grew up in the streets, I ain’t trusting nothing

Don’t run up, my nigga, because I’ma bust you

Fuck these haters, these bitches gon' love it

Very important, everything 'bout the money

Got trap bunking on a Sunday

Got a rifle, shoot like a hundred

Stayed down and I fuck up the commas

Got a bitch that look like Madonna

Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it

Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it

Fuck a hater and his opinions

Got a sweet trap, selling sugar and cinnamon

Fuck the law, we don’t fuck with them

Trap jumping, balling over the rim

I ain’t gon' kill you, I’ma cut off a limb

You a plankton nigga, smaller than a shrimp

Bought two bricks, I’ma double them

I put it in the pot, it’s bubbling

Gotta cold rinse, use the oven mitts

I can fuck with the roaches, but not the rats

Strapped up like we at war at Iraq

So many traps, I done wore out my welcome mat

Pocket rocket with my belt buckle

I’m a big dog, little pussy cat

Got money and power, won’t take no disrespect

My jewelry wet, got these bitches getting wet

Fuck these bitches, fell in love with the hundreds

Went in Louis, spent a twenty on my luggage

Four in that twenty, I’m drinking that muddy

I don’t need juice when I’m drinking, on Tussin

Fuck the haters, these bitches gon' love me

Getting mine, I don’t play by my money

Grew up in the streets, I ain’t trusting nothing

Don’t run up, my nigga, because I’ma bust you

Fuck these haters, these bitches gon' love it

Very important, everything 'bout the money

Got trap bunking on a Sunday

Got a rifle, shoot like a hundred

Stayed down and I fuck up the commas

Got a bitch that look like Madonna

Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it

Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it

Plugged in, put the fish in the oven

Fuck the hater, he ain’t talking 'bout nothing

All of my young niggas get to the money

Jumped out the plane and she chews on my leg

Specific nigga, this a Spiffy production

Givenchy, nigga, man, I got by the dozen

These niggas hating 'cause their bitches, they love it

I’m strapped up everywhere, I act up in public

Since a young nigga, been faithful to hundreds

I need a mill worth of Harriet Tubmans

No liquor, Act, Hitech, and Tussin

Dressing fancy topic of discussion

I was in the hood, if you don’t know me, you wasn’t

Working for profit, everything 'bout the money

Smoke it, cook it, these bitches love it

Get on your knees, bitch, suck it

Fuck these bitches, fell in love with the hundreds

Went in Louis, spent a twenty on my luggage

Four in that twenty, I’m drinking that muddy

I don’t need juice when I’m drinking, on Tussin

Fuck the haters, these bitches gon' love me

Getting mine, I don’t play by my money

Grew up in the streets, I ain’t trusting nothing

Don’t run up, my nigga, because I’ma bust you

Fuck these haters, these bitches gon' love it

Very important, everything 'bout the money

Got trap bunking on a Sunday

Got a rifle, shoot like a hundred

Stayed down and I fuck up the commas

Got a bitch that look like Madonna

Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it

Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it