told me to say bye I cannot let you go I tried I hate you, girl, you know I lie I hate you, girl, you know I lie Boy, you're gonna have to use your
hate you girl you know I lye I hate you girl you know I lye Baby I can't stand you, baby, 'cause I'm gone I better hate you to see you at the door, Baby
will you, I hate you, Do not go, do not go, will you, I hate you, Do not go, do not go, do not go too far, I hate you, Do not go, do not go, do not go
people say it's a shame They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game I'm a ducht taper I'ma a young money maker, fuck these hoez I can't be
out Birds and money that's all that excite me Fuck bitches I'm bout money that's all that entice me President lover, undercover, ain't another like me You
and a wrist full of ice, you can call me the don. [chorus] Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you A eye
all this rappin' stuff I'm takin' back my money counter cause it wasn't fast enough, yep I got a couple problems (word) and none of 'em is money Just
through your head now what could you do ? If it was up to you i'd be dead now I let tha world know nigga you a coward You could never be live until
you've been searchin for someone To make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still
calm down and peep what the fuck they wanna do for the rest of the life 'Fore you end your life before you BEGIN your life You dumb nigga Now that I'
There's always somebody talkin 'bout you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada Niggaz ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride You better
ain't the one) You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for? Make you think we was buckin' And capped you down with my pistol A dirty move, yo,
't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) Could you tell me where you run to (When the LAPD see you ridin' dirty dirty dirty
up All you do is Google me and haters keep they mouth shut Now what like a deer hunter all about bucks If your trying to burn with me you'll need at least
hate that you love me so much boy I hate that you hurt me so much boy I hate that you love me [Verse 3:] (Dirty Money:] Things I know now, don't allow
t try And if you with me put your hands high (put your hands high) If you ever lost a light before, this ones for you And you, the dreams are for you
