Nikko Lafre - Hatin' For Lyrics
(Intro)Yea…I see you niggas hatinBut I'm getting mines regardlessYoung Nik(Hook)I pull up in some shit you know you can't affordI made a lot of dough and I'm gon make some moreI'm shinin on you niggas, yea I know you seeAnd I guess that's what you hatin forYou ain't got no hoes, no moneyAnd I guess that's what you hatin forBut a lil nigga rocked up and these *****es love meAnd I guess that's what you hatin for(Verse)Aye look, I started off from that box ChevyNow the boy ridin in the 6Yea I'm talkin that beam homie, got feds thinkin I'm flippin bricksLike how the ***** did that lil nigga started getting money like crackersAnd I never needed no handouts, so no co-signs from these rappers nah***** fame, I need gwap***** sex, I need the topYea that's really what I told yo ***** and had her suckin on me like a tootsy popI'm in the strip where they push and popThe lifestyle of a young niggaAnd now they jackin my flow dawgI ain't got a kid but I stunt niggasAnd I find it funny how some niggas be talkin more than these *****es doI guess you niggas got no life and you boys *****ed without shit to doBut see that homie start Twitter hatinBut really dawg, that's just motivatinIt make a nigga wanna shit on yallThey wanna see me fall, yea I know they waitinAnd these jealous nigga, man I know it's SatanBut the Lord got me so I'm never stressinTo be alive, that's the biggest blessingSo while I'm here I can't waste a secondI'm on my shit and I won't never slackCame from the slums and I ain't going backI said I'm on my shit and I won't never slackCame from the slums and I ain't going backI promise(Hook)I pull up in some shit you know you can't affordI made a lot of dough and I'm gon make some moreI'm shinin on you niggas, yea I know you seeAnd I guess that's what you hatin forYou ain't got no hoes, no moneyAnd I guess that's what you hatin forBut a lil nigga rocked up and these *****es love meAnd I guess that's what you hatin for(Verse)Lil nigga they was hatin onI wanted that, this is they favorite songChyeah, I'm what the world been waitin onSo when I cut you off don't take it wrong uhWhat you know bout going out?Head west, head best, DT yell up in a ***** sayYea I'm fresh to death and fresh til the next lifeStill at it, clean knife through the red pipeChyeah, it's a lifestyleLA trips over flight milesAnd the girl that I'm with got a nice styleKeep grills in her mouth and they iced outYea, and this is what they hatin forCus I rap like this and my stack like thisGotta shout out to my haters on a track like thisLet me get this straightIf you real you real, if you fake you fakeStack it face to face, on my way to a millI'm so Canada fly, state to stateGot some RnB chicks, can't wait to dateAppetite for destruction but I scrape the plateOnly ride for the fam so they can't relateAnd I'm finally doin good so they hate that thing***** takin shit, name yo top five rappers, I'mma take they placeSee this city is on and it's thanks to DrakeNow they askin who next, I'mma fill in the blankPut a bit in my bankAnd these hatin ass niggas, tell em give me a breakNo Betty Croker got cake to makeGot models to *****, got ace to faceSo I ain't worried bout these *****es, I can get em a placeIt's like that(Hook)I pull up in some shit you know you can't affordI made a lot of dough and I'm gon make some moreI'm shinin on you niggas, yea I know you seeAnd I guess that's what you hatin forYou ain't got no hoes, no moneyAnd I guess that's what you hatin forBut a lil nigga rocked up and these *****es love meAnd I guess that's what you hatin for
