They know, They hatin on me everyday yo
I lay low, cause they aint f*ckin with my pay roll
I make dough and thats exactly why they hate tho
They know, my song will turn into a bank note
They know, how a Young boy exchange dough
Change clothes, My aura got a strange glow
They know, when i pull up in that range rove
Game over motherf*cka, this is that cocaine flow
Blowin a mountain of purple trees, somewhere out in Myrtle Beach
You slowin down at turtles speed meanwhile im swervin in these streets
Try to keep up with me, I dont mind company, still you cant f*ck with me
What has it come to be? Keep the fake love from me, Everyone sucks to me, f*ck you, look up to me
They know, They hatin on me everyday yo
I lay low, cause they aint f*ckin with my pay roll
I make dough and thats exactly why they hate tho
They know, my song will turn into a bank note
How could you blame me for leavin for the hood? When all it did was hold me back, whats good?
I heard they tryin to stop my shine, shoot ya self in the f*cking foot
Cause I aint got no time, f*ck a hater pay no mind
On my grind, Makin money everytime you press rewind
Hate tho, its funny like the late show
You cant deny its i got hits like Canseco
I got that fire im erupting like Volcanos
I aint even gotta say, they know
They know, They hatin on me everyday yo
I lay low, cause they aint f*ckin with my pay roll
I make dough and thats exactly why they hate tho
They know, my song will turn into a bank note
They know, They hatin on me everyday yo
I lay low, cause they aint f*ckin with my pay roll
I make dough and thats exactly why they hate tho
They know, my song will turn into a bank note
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They know, They hatin on me everyday yo
I lay low, cause they aint f*ckin with my pay roll
I make dough and thats exactly why they hate tho
They know, my song will turn into a bank note
They know, how a Young boy exchange dough
Change clothes, My aura got a strange glow
They know, when i pull up in that range rove
Game over motherf*cka, this is that cocaine flow
Blowin a mountain of purple trees, somewhere out in Myrtle Beach
You slowin down at turtles speed meanwhile im swervin in these streets
Try to keep up with me, I dont mind company, still you cant f*ck with me
What has it come to be? Keep the fake love from me, Everyone sucks to me, f*ck you, look up to me
They know, They hatin on me everyday yo
I lay low, cause they aint f*ckin with my pay roll
I make dough and thats exactly why they hate tho
They know, my song will turn into a bank note
How could you blame me for leavin for the hood? When all it did was hold me back, whats good?
I heard they tryin to stop my shine, shoot ya self in the f*cking foot
Cause I aint got no time, f*ck a hater pay no mind
On my grind, Makin money everytime you press rewind
Hate tho, its funny like the late show
You cant deny its i got hits like Canseco
I got that fire im erupting like Volcanos
I aint even gotta say, they know
They know, They hatin on me everyday yo
I lay low, cause they aint f*ckin with my pay roll
I make dough and thats exactly why they hate tho
They know, my song will turn into a bank note
They know, They hatin on me everyday yo
I lay low, cause they aint f*ckin with my pay roll
I make dough and thats exactly why they hate tho
They know, my song will turn into a bank note
I lay low, cause they aint f*ckin with my pay roll
I make dough and thats exactly why they hate tho
They know, my song will turn into a bank note
They know, how a Young boy exchange dough
Change clothes, My aura got a strange glow
They know, when i pull up in that range rove
Game over motherf*cka, this is that cocaine flow
Blowin a mountain of purple trees, somewhere out in Myrtle Beach
You slowin down at turtles speed meanwhile im swervin in these streets
Try to keep up with me, I dont mind company, still you cant f*ck with me
What has it come to be? Keep the fake love from me, Everyone sucks to me, f*ck you, look up to me
They know, They hatin on me everyday yo
I lay low, cause they aint f*ckin with my pay roll
I make dough and thats exactly why they hate tho
They know, my song will turn into a bank note
How could you blame me for leavin for the hood? When all it did was hold me back, whats good?
I heard they tryin to stop my shine, shoot ya self in the f*cking foot
Cause I aint got no time, f*ck a hater pay no mind
On my grind, Makin money everytime you press rewind
Hate tho, its funny like the late show
You cant deny its i got hits like Canseco
I got that fire im erupting like Volcanos
I aint even gotta say, they know
They know, They hatin on me everyday yo
I lay low, cause they aint f*ckin with my pay roll
I make dough and thats exactly why they hate tho
They know, my song will turn into a bank note
They know, They hatin on me everyday yo
I lay low, cause they aint f*ckin with my pay roll
I make dough and thats exactly why they hate tho
They know, my song will turn into a bank note
Writer: Daniel Dermody
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid