[Verse 1:]
All the hatin' ain't gonna get you paid
All they talking gonna get you laid
Sell you a record for two hundred K
And buy a Rollie with a diamond face
What you talking bout hater, what you talking bout
In that little apartment n***a you can barely walk around
Living room so big I could probably drive a car round
If you talking shit n***a
I might turn this car around

[Bridge:]
I got a few compliments for some bad whores
But because of them
N***a I'mma act an asshole

[Chorus:]
Got on my favorite leather jacket and my jeans with fifty gees in them
And not to mention that have on Japanese denim
I’m the flyest motherfucker in this motherfuckering club
Surrounded by all the n***as that I love
Surrounded by bunch of bitches I could fuck
And I couple killers who don't really give a fuck

[Verse 2:]
All that snitchin' ain't gonna set you free
All that wishing gonna make you Me
Dropped out of collage, I got no degree
But black cards got no limit
Call me Master P
What you drilling for n***a
What you grilling for
And you got my old girl
What you, what you stealing for?
On that loud talk let me know you’re in your feelings though
I think in all these disscusions all I feel is …