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hass irv - haters lyrics

[intro: h-ss irv]
p-p-plug studios
h-ssy, yeah
money on the 16th
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[hook: h-ss irv]
all these n-ggas hatin’ on me (why that hatin’ on me?)
all these haters on me
all these haters on me
why that hatin’ on me?
i’m from harlem, so i shake ’em off me (shake)
yeah, i shake ’em off me
yeah, i shake ’em off me
i just shake ’em off me, yeah

[verse 1: h-ss irv]
h-ssy, what’s that? that’s the trap money
how much for a feat? that’s the rap money
do this in my sleep, call it nap money
got some enemies, keep the strap money
it’s servin’ them dyk-, b-tch, they like, “where you came from?”
you n-ggas was nappin’, so don’t try to play dumb
back when i ain’t have sh-t, they ain’t have a plate for me
she givin’ out donuts, i might have to glaze her
that’s your b-tch, but she is a dancer
she told me that she was a cancer
she callin’ my phone, i don’t answer
you know that i ain’t with the banter
you mad ’cause you don’t got your bands up
i do this ’cause they locked my mans up
fake n-ggas’ll call you their dear friends
but do i look like i got antlers?
the n-ggas you trustin’ your back with
is really just made out of plastic
these b-tches is made out of plastic
the cash is what i find attractive
the fake n-ggas keep it a fraction
but i think it’s simple subtraction
i count up and split it in half with
the n-ggas who been have my back, b-tch
my hundreds is trappin’ as soon as they done in the kitchen
i tell my n-ggas go get it, go get it
you know that they comin’ right back with the digits
i let her spit it the realest, for real, n-gga
so if you fake, n-gga, you wouldn’t get it
i’m from the trenches, i came up from nothing, my n-gga
so you know i’m just tryna get it
struggle, you won’t know the feeling
all in her mouth like a filling
young n-gga makin’ a k!lling
yeah, young n-gga makin’ a k!lling
young n-gga, i’m on a mission
yeah, young n-gga, i’m on a mission
i’m on 600, they with me
i’m on 600, they with me

[hook: h-ss irv]
all these n-ggas hatin’ on me
all these haters on me
all these haters on me
why that hatin’ on me?
i’m from harlem, so i shake ’em off me
yeah, i shake ’em off me
yeah, i shake ’em off me
i just shake ’em off me, yeah

[verse 2: sheck wes]
“sheck wes, where you been?”
b-tch, i been chasin’ racks
“sheck wes, you gettin’ money?”
b-tch, i been stackin’ stacks
“sheck wes, can you put me on?”
nah, you can’t make this cash
“sheck wes, b-tch, you the homie”
nah, i’m the judge of that
sheck wes, b-tch, i’m such a rich n-gga
and i can never go broke, i been a 6, n-gga
the block be havin’ drug dealers to the kick flippers
b-tch, i’m a big dog, i used to be the little n-gga
now, these b-tches they hit me
some n-ggas, they hate me ’cause all they hoes get wet
then i get they own b-tches to line they -ss up
and get they -ss wet for a check
and my n-ggas will jack, will borrow, will pack
sew you up like you wearin’ a tec
and shoutout to nike, i swear if they like me
they send all the packs to the ‘jects
sheck wes, boy, i be legit
free all of my boys from the 6
some of the boys will shoot them jump shots
and some of the boys shootin’ grips
sheck wes, boy, i been the sh-t
sheck wes, b-tch, i’m still the sh-t
i call up a thot b-tch, i need a new drop, b-tch
finesse that right out of the crib
i been on the block since a jitt
young boy, 16, jackin’ clips
i was makin’ them bands when the king of the land
[?] hakeem in this b-tch
i been on the block since a jitt
young boy, 16, jackin’ clips
i was makin’ them bands when the king of the land
[?] hakeem in this b-tch

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