[Lyric] I Got Hataz ($trictly Biz)

[Intro]
Put it on the beam

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah I got haters
Hell yeah I got haters, woo

[Chorus]
Yeah I got haters but they don't be stressin' me
Say they got problems but they ain't addressin' me
Don't come with that flexin', don't question me
If you want beef I'ma whip up the recipe, woo
Shout out to God, he still blessin' me
Plug callin', he want to invest in me
Bitch I'm ballin', I got a check on me
We got them bags, no sticks and no sesames
Yeah I got haters but they don't be stressin' me
Say they got problems but they ain't addressin' me
Don't come with that flexin', don't question me
If you want beef I'ma whip up the recipe, woo
Shout out to God, he still blessin' me
Plug callin', he want to invest in me
Bitch I'm ballin', I got a check on me
We got them bags, no sticks and no sesames, uh
[Verse 1]
Yeah I got racks on me, I keep the pack on me
Ain't no jackin' me, I keep that strap on me
I don't play with these niggas, I play with pounds
Your bitch on my dick, I might take her down
I ain't even check the tag on this
Put the bag on her just to brag on her
Pull in the lot, drop the top
Hop out the bitch and then swag on her
Bossed up, sauced up, drippin'
Just got a bag by the boat then I'm flippin'
Twenty bands for the flip, boy I'm grippin'
Ain't trippin' off trippin', that nigga we hit 'em
I'm the real dude, these suckers is frauds
How they cappin' just to fuck on a broad
Clique full of sticks, ain't no rats in my squad
Bust on a nigga then rush him to God
Fall back, that be the best thing
'Fore we put your ass on the next train
Bullets leave you feelin' chest pain
We gon' fuck around and be the next thing
Fuck you, we don't respect lame
Run it up with the finesse game
Mix the muscle with the hustle
Got me a check, then the success came
Bitch I'm the truth, you can't lie about it
The rocket boosters, you can't fly without it
You say you ain't hatin', I highly doubt it
Take your bitch on a date, he gon' cry about it, hey
She steady be textin' me
Heard when he see me he checkin' me
Hide, but that shit ain't stressin' me
Just know that I keep it next to me
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah I got haters
Hell yeah I got haters
Yeah I got haters, woo

[Chorus]
Yeah I got haters but they don't be stressin' me
Say they got problems but they ain't addressin' me
Don't come with that flexin', don't question me
If you want beef I'ma whip up the recipe, woo
Shout out to God, he still blessin' me
Plug callin', he want to invest in me
Bitch I'm ballin', I got a check on me
We got them bags, no sticks and no sesames
Yeah I got haters but they don't be stressin' me
Say they got problems but they ain't addressin' me
Don't come with that flexin', don't question me
If you want beef I'ma whip up the recipe, woo
Shout out to God, he still blessin' me
Plug callin', he want to invest in me
Bitch I'm ballin', I got a check on me
We got them bags, no sticks and no sesames, uh

[Verse 2]
Paid in full, money making Mitch
Ragin' bull runnin' to them chips
Play the full hundred in the clip
Break the rules, hundred in your shit
Hurricane strictly, boy I'm flooded
Flexin' with a five figure budget
Six figure stash, gotta stuff it
Ain't countin', countin' cash, nigga hush it
Duffel bags, fillin' it with bricks
Top shottas, feelin' like I'm Bibby
Mad Max, split a nigga's wig
Super fly, flip a nigga's bitch
Lame nigga still bouncin' checks
I got money I ain't even counted yet
I'ma count it up with the sound effect
Brrt, beep, we got them pounds on deck
Cellphone slappin' like it's Ike
Trap slam dunkin' like it's Mike
All my niggas shootin' like they Curry
You can tell from how I move I ain't worried
Most of these niggas just talkin'
They don't want to end up in a coffin
But let 'em run up, we gon' off 'em
One in his head, now he look like a dolphin
[Outro]
Yeah I got haters
Hell yeah I got haters
You ain't got haters, you ain't poppin'