Letra da Música Haters (feat. 50 Cent) de Tony Yayo

Big Up! To all my haters, all my haters, all my haters!

[Tony Yayo]
(Unh, yeah) F*ck state greens, I'm tryna (tryin' to) kick b*tch
Quarter key, I ball a key, Blake Grif.
Jet ski, black sand, bad b*tch, my passport need pages for the next trip
Fall asleep, we got the cars that your a** dream of
Kush, loud pack, let your b*tch blow some steam off.
I keep the Ruger under the Rugby
These h*es hear the rumors and they love me, love me
Fast cars, loose women, the high life
We bust bottles, smoke weed all night
Ern Mast cost as much as the 'Gators so...
(Roscoe Dash) Big Up! To all my haters!

[50 Cent: Chorus x2]
All we do is cuttin' with the paper, p-paper,
Big ballin' make a hater wanna hate us, h-hate us
Can't take it when they see the money makers,
We make a
Whole lot of money, who, who, whole lot of money.

[Shawty Lo]
Shawty Lo, I hear you hate us
All the small talk, a little later
Yeah, they know, me and Yayo
In the Ny, plenty Yayos
B*tch betta have my money
Water came in, now I'm faded as a diamond
Got them b*tches as New Jack City
Count' on my knee , money and I ain't magic city
B*tch I'm Shawty, born home Charlotte
West Side's on one, bank head Shawty
B*tch I'm wit' it, brought home ticket
And I got the whole, chi chi chi chi chi, you ain't wit me, wit me!

[50 Cent: Chorus x2]
All we do is cuttin' with the paper, p-paper,
Big ballin' make a hater wanna hate us, h-hate us
Can't take it when they see the money makers,
We make a
Whole lot of money, who, who, whole lot of money.

[Roscoe Dash]
Attracted to the money like bees on honey
My swag on dummy, cash on runny
(And) I'm way more than what you asked for, honey
Pockets on collection plate from the last four Sundys (Sundays)
I'm ill, hold the pills, my skills, so forreal
Watch this candy rain fall, I'm on the real, 'No Hands' forreal
I'm on a whole 'nother plateau
'Lean Back,' Fat Joe
I ain't got time to be concerned with you, a**hole
Status all wavy , I'm on to y'all hatin'
I'm so far ahead, I'm sittin' down waitin'
I feel your frustration for my very last statement
Umm, Big Up! To all my haters!

[50 Cent: Chorus x2]
All we do is cuttin' with the paper, p-paper,
Big ballin' make a hater wanna hate us, h-hate us
Can't take it when they see the money makers,
We make a
Whole lot of money, who, who, whole lot of money.