Haters gonna hate
Bitches gonna mate
But i'mma make millions till you die try'n this shit

My dick so big it no fit in skinny jeans
My money so long it don't fit in skinny jeans
Blood in the bathroom,man i can't lose em' scenes
We ballin' like machine
It was hard to chase my dreams
But guess what i made it when i was 14
Cuz i was a born-hustler
Peeps compare me with mike
Throw some balls like i'm high
Drive 30 miles cuz i was with your wife
Don't fuck with us
Cuz i'm tellin' you twice
Do whatever you want
Cuz haters will always Analyze
Get em' jeopardize
Make their asses paralyzed

Haters gonna hate
Bitches gonna mate
But i'mma make millions & buy few more estates

They call me overrated
Bitch i ain't doing this for ratings
Watch me in the making
Cuz i'm just gettin' started
You won't see me charted
Cuz that shit is already plotted
For fake who tryna ruin rap
With their crazy ass topics
With fucked up logics
Fuck the profits
Cuz you've already disgraced the rap-prophets
I'm talkin' Nas,2Pac,Biggie & all the other wordsmiths

Haters gonna hate
Bitches gonna mate
But i'mma make millions just to make that bitch swallow it

There's no room for your bitch ass
So you better get out of it
All you can do is flip em' omelettes
Ain't no one was with me when i was under pressure
Got my mind workin' like GTA'S Trevor
Now i'm living life full of pleasures
I got something for yo momma so don't panic
She sucks my dick
You know what she calls me after it?
Dictator,Bitch
I know i'm a sinner
Cuz i'm a killa
Who pulls that mothafuckin trigga
I shoot his dick like i'm Channing Tatum
Got Buscemis on my feet
Cuz jordans is for sheets

Haters gonna hate
Bitches gonna mate
But i'mma make millions & later on celebrate