[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Some n***as just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
Some n***as can't take to see you get it, get it, get it
Like it's killing em just to see you living, living, living
Some n***as just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
Some n***as just can't take to see you winning, winning, winning
Some n***as can't take to see you get it, get it, get it
Like it's killin em just to see you living, living, living

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
I'm off in the studio chillin (chillin', chillin')
When I really could be working every minute
My n***a we really tryna get it, no handouts
I never sit on my ass, I make sure that I stand out
I can show you what the muthafuckin man about, in a versace robe in front my house
I'm strollin to the muthafuckin mailbox, a royalty cheque that I just got
N***a might spazz out by the block, ride by and bitches pass out
They faint at the sight of my paint, I only did it cause you said I can't
Smellin' like six pounds inside the bank, get paid big bucks for what I think
Yellow gold cuban link, white T, and three and a quarter length mink on me
Everything I got all me, bet every dollar that you got on me
Heard that n***as from the other side plottin' on me, but that ain't gon' stop no G
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Some n***as just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
Some n***as just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
Some n***as can't take to see you get it, get it, get it
Like it's killing em just to see you living, living, living
Some n***as just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
Some n***as just hate to see you winning, winning, winning
Some n***as can't take it when you get it, get it, get it
Like it's killin em just to see you living, living, living

[Bridge: Curren$y & (Wiz Khalifa)]
Roll one up for them haters, I'm just counting my paper
Roll one up for them haters, I'm just counting my paper
Roll one up for them haters, I'm just counting my paper
We blow smoke in they faces, they all catching the vapors
(Get High)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
N***as hate to see you ballin', n***as love it when you callin'
Just a youngin' from the Burgh, with his brother from New Orleans
Really started from nothing, made a choice to do our own thing
Writing songs and always hustlin', who got the bomb was the discussion
And when you bring it to us, betta have that strong
Cause we the wrong ones to fuck with
Hard to get in touch with us, all the real in love with us
Call your friends get up with us, tried once now you're stuck
Count your money, pile it up, it's 'bout your blessings not your luck
I've been blessed, to do a lot of things
Like smokin weed, everywhere I go
Stayin' at the top floor, everywhere I go
Taking all my n***as with me, everywhere I go
Letting all my real n***as know
[Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
They hate to see us winning, hate to see us winning
They hate to see us winning, hate to see us winning, no
Hate to see us winning, hate to see us winning
Me and my n***a Spitta, can't believe we did it