[Lyric] Hateful (Dro Kenji)

[Intro]
No-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no
No, no
Census, what you cookin'?
No-no-no-no-no

[Chorus]
I don't mean to sound hateful but I hate lame hoes (Hate Lame Hoes)
You could just never mind me, my money stack so high that it barely even fold
All the ice on my fingers gettin' her lil' pussy wetter
Wanna go shoppin' tonight, new video camera
Let's fuck around and make us a banger
New bitch love to get nasty, she know my ex keep callin' my phone
Top down, fuck her in the back seat
Real player nigga get a Uber for the free-free
Really rich nigga, got it all on my own
Got a really freaky bitch tryna fuck through the telephone
I love countin' all the money when I feel all alone
And these broke niggas couldn't ever touch what I'm on
[Verse 1]
Come here, lil' bitch, put your hand on my chest, baby, tell me what you feel
Ain't no heart up in there but I really be tryin'
They tell me what's the situation
I don't make exceptions if it ain't for you
Baby, tell me everything you thinking
I don't want another chance of losing you

[Chorus]
I don't mean to sound hateful but I hate lame hoes (Hate Lame Hoes)
You could just never mind me, my money stack so high that it barely even fold
All the ice on my fingers gettin' her lil' pussy wetter
Wanna go shoppin' tonight, new video camera
Let's fuck around and make us a banger
New bitch love to get nasty, she know my ex keep callin' my phone
Top down, fuck her in the back seat
Real player nigga get a Uber for the free-free
Really rich nigga, got it all on my own
Got a really freaky bitch tryna fuck through the telephone
I love countin' all the money when I feel all alone
And these broke niggas couldn't ever touch what I'm on

[Verse 2]
The weather here is getting ridiculous
She tell me drownin' her head in the thick of it
I don't do talkin' and hate being intimate
She think I'm spoiled, I swear I be kickin' it
She put my dick as a drug
She start to fiendin', the bitch when, she get to missin' it
I got so high off of mud
You get too high off my weed, bae, I'm just used to feelin' it
[Chorus]
I don't mean to sound hateful but I hate lame hoes (Hate Lame Hoes)
You could just never mind me, my money stack so high that it barely even fold
All the ice on my fingers gettin' her lil' pussy wetter
Wanna go shoppin' tonight, new video camera
Let's fuck around and make us a banger
New bitch love to get nasty, she know my ex keep callin' my phone
Top down, fuck her in the back seat
Real player nigga get a Uber for the free-free
Really rich nigga, got it all on my own
Got a really freaky bitch tryna fuck through the telephone
I love countin' all the money when I feel all alone
And these broke niggas couldn't ever touch what I'm on