Sir Michael Rocks
They Hate It
[Hook]
Cuz they hate it when they see a lil n***a ridin’ ‘round with this much gold
And they hate it when they see you when you cash in the top on the drop no
Uh huh uh huh uh huh

[Verse 1: Michael]
I'm on the strip with the clique, G
Got to roll the plane with the 50
Never let a lame n***a flip me
Bad bitches give me brain on them bent knees
And I’ve been getting to work, I’ve been hittin’ the gas while I’m hittin’ the circ
Sippin’ and swervin’ then missin’ the curb
Tryna go straight but my vision is blurred
New versaces on the red-black kawasaki
They try to stop me, take the keys but I’ve got a copy
I told her put it in my lap girl and make it choppy
Now she take it to the head like a shot of sake
I don’t judge it if she hold her own
A real n***a can’t grow no stones because I ain’t perfect
Let’s go buzz a couple racks if you want verses
Smokin’ purple as I’m waitin’ on the car service

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Michael]
Aye, this is what it’s all about
On the phone pullin’ orders out
With that money we can bail him out
Man, these n***as ain’t playin’ legit
They be tryna get it all man
And it’s sweeter than an almond
I got them bitches like ahhh maaan
Them n***as the shit
Cuz we playin’ from the jump jet
If a n***a tryna punk me
Ain’t gonna hit him in the system
Umm, I’ll do it again
So don’t reach for that gold boy
Ain’t nothing like old boy
And you fightin’ like snow boy
It's Banco

[Hook]