Haters (feat. Ie-Z)

Why, I can make it rain then get make it back

And then most know I gotta, gotta get my fucking haters off

Get them haters off, get them fucking haters off, yeah

Get them haters off, get them fucking haters off

Get them haters off, get them fucking haters off, yeah

Get them haters off, get them fucking haters off

Get them haters o-o-off

Get them fucking haters off

Put this shit in overdrive, it's killing rigor mortis time

Goth shit, move, stop to mine and read the parking sign

Got all these hoes in one Caddi' but I never play golf

Might just do the harlem shake to get them fucking haters off

They know that I pay the cost, boy , I put in major work

My freestyle for free, yeah, but you should pay me for a verse

Tip-toe and in my Red Octobers like I'm Jerry Perk

A new chick, my old chick, got lip, my ****, hit her f-f-first

I can make it rain then get make it back

And them hoes know I gotta, gotta get my fucking haters off

Cover bases like I'm Pager Bayes on the stacks

And then hoes know I gotta, gotta get my fucking haters off

Get them fucking haters off

Off, off, off, off

Off, off, off, off

Off, off, off, off

Off, off, off, off

Off, off, off, off

Off, off, off, off, off, off, off, off

Get them, get them, get them, get them

Get the fucking haters off

Woo