a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu $trictly biz - i got hataz

[intro]
put it on the beam

[pre-chorus]
yeah i got haters
h-ll yeah i got haters, woo

[chorus]
yeah i got haters but they don’t be stressin’ me
say they got problems but they ain’t addressin’ me
don’t come with that flexin’, don’t question me
if you want beef i’ma whip up the recipe, woo
shout out to god, he still blessin’ me
plug callin’, he want to invest in me
b-tch i’m ballin’, i got a check on me
we got them bags, no sticks and no sesames
yeah i got haters but they don’t be stressin’ me
say they got problems but they ain’t addressin’ me
don’t come with that flexin’, don’t question me
if you want beef i’ma whip up the recipe, woo
shout out to god, he still blessin’ me
plug callin’, he want to invest in me
b-tch i’m ballin’, i got a check on me
we got them bags, no sticks and no sesames, uh

[verse 1]
yeah i got racks on me, i keep the pack on me
ain’t no jackin’ me, i keep that strap on me
i don’t play with these n-ggas, i play with pounds
your b-tch on my d-ck, i might take her down
i ain’t even check the tag on this
put the bag on her just to brag on her
pull in the lot, drop the top
hop out the b-tch and then swag on her
bossed up, sauced up, drippin’
just got a bag by the boat then i’m flippin’
twenty bands for the flip, boy i’m grippin’
ain’t trippin’ off trippin’, that n-gga we hit ’em
i’m the real dude, these suckers is frauds
how they cappin’ just to f-ck on a broad
clique full of sticks, ain’t no rats in my squad
bust on a n-gga then rush him to god
fall back, that be the best thing
‘fore we put your -ss on the next train
bullets leave you feelin’ chest pain
we gon’ f-ck around and be the next thing
f-ck you, we don’t respect lame
run it up with the finesse game
mix the muscle with the hustle
got me a check, then the success came
b-tch i’m the truth, you can’t lie about it
the rocket boosters, you can’t fly without it
you say you ain’t hatin’, i highly doubt it
take your b-tch on a date, he gon’ cry about it, hey
she steady be textin’ me
heard when he see me he checkin’ me
hide, but that sh-t ain’t stressin’ me
just know that i keep it next to me

[pre-chorus]
yeah i got haters
h-ll yeah i got haters
yeah i got haters, woo

[verse 2]
paid in full, money making mitch
ragin’ bull runnin’ to them chips
play the full hundred in the clip
break the rules, hundred in your sh-t
hurricane strictly, boy i’m flooded
flexin’ with a five figure budget
six figure stash, gotta stuff it
ain’t countin’, countin’ cash, n-gga hush it
duffel bags, fillin’ it with bricks
top shottas, feelin’ like i’m bibby
mad max, split a n-gga’s wig
super fly, flip a n-gga’s b-tch
lame n-gga still bouncin’ checks
i got money i ain’t even counted yet
i’ma count it up with the sound effect
brrt, beep, we got them pounds on deck
cellphone slappin’ like it’s ike
trap slam dunkin’ like it’s mike
all my n-ggas shootin’ like they curry
you can tell from how i move i ain’t worried
most of these n-ggas just talkin’
they don’t want to end up in a coffin
but let ’em run up, we gon’ off ’em
one in his head, now he look like a dolphin

[outro]
yeah i got haters
h-ll yeah i got haters
you ain’t got haters, you ain’t poppin’

- lirik lagu trictly biz

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI