rudywade & mona mula - hate on me lyrics
i’m too good for this
yeah
i’m too good for this offer
gotta go run up the plans
gotta go run up the plans like
and i give bread to the man
and i give bread to the man like
hatin’ on me you’re a fan
hatin’ on me you’re a fan like
i could close my eyes and run circles around your whole life
give me reasons
give me problems
for which i would wanna try
i take drugs just for the thrill of it
i never wanna die
you seem different when you’re talkin’ to me
talkin’ like you died
yeah
i’m too good for this offer
money coming often
anytime they hit my line
i’m always gonna prosper
never losing focus on the goal
i gotta conquer
ball out in that iced out drip
we got it from the faucet
yeah
yeah i walk my path
and i live my days
you’d be crazy if you thought that i would ever plan to change
said we’re different from the start cause b+tch i know we’re not the same
counting dividends i know my luck will never start to change
gotta go run up the plans
gotta go run up the plans like
and i give bread to the man
and i give bread to the man like
hatin’ on me you’re a fan
hatin’ on me you’re a fan like
i could close my eyes and run circles around your whole life
give me reasons
give me problems
for which i would wanna try
i take drugs just for the thrill of it
i never wanna die
you seem different when you’re talkin’ to me
talkin’ like you died
yeah
talking like you died
yeah
rudy run the check up
mona get her bands
wanna fly
cause i’m next up
shorty wanna go out of town
come with me
shorty wanna roll
got the sound
follow me
yeah
yeah
cause i keep up with the fashion
i want my money expanding
yeah i came right from the ashes
taking my chances
smokin we gassin’
yeah i be making advances
i got your boy he be dancing
i want the cameras flashing
auras matching
live my life massive
ooh
i just wanna wake up in a mansion
in the hills for the thrill
like a bad b+tch
do how i do
how i want
like a bandit
see how i move
do it big
do it massive
yeah
gotta go run up the plans
gotta go run up the plans like
and i give bread to the man
and i give bread to the man like
hatin’ on me you’re a fan
hatin’ on me you’re a fan like
i could close my eyes and run circles around your whole life
give me reasons
give me problems
for which i would wanna try
i take drugs just for the thrill of it
i never wanna die
you seem different when you’re talkin’ to me
talkin’ like you died
yeah
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