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scales - holla lyrics

[intro: it’s the nation. lights out n+ggas. let’s make it.]

[chorus]
tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, all about a dollar
money i get a lot of, so i stay in my prada, my main b+tch love escada, you got that, nada

[verse 1]
new sh+t a n+gga smoking got me choking every time i’m toking
so potent, feels like i’m floating on the atlantic ocean
i’m coasting, so fresh to death i should just be a ghost than
you on my level? hahahahaha who you n+ggas joking

bad hoes i’m poking, no face book n+ggas i ain’t boasting
and i ain’t in to cooking, but i keep my reefer roasting
hoes open, i’m so wavy your boy be floating
taught b+tches how to give head, hubby should thank a n+gga for that couching

i’m stunting all the time, i swear to god these b+tches love it
just trying to buy my wardrobe you lil n+ggas go over budget
getting money nation, if not getting money republic
gmn we ain’t them, make it rain hoes get a bucket

last time club eleven, rain so much sh+t got flooded
you don’t like me, i don’t like you either, you ain’t gone pop off than lil n+gga f+ck it
say money talks right, you ain’t got bread then no discussion
hater n+ggas starting to get me sick i swear to god i feel disgusted
[chorus]
tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, all about a dollar
money i get a lot of, so i stay in my prada, my main b+tch love escada, you got that, nada

tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, all about a dollar
money i get a lot of, so i stay in my prada, my main b+tch love escada, you got that, nada

verse 2
hating ass n+ggas better get with me, hater n+ggas never did sh+t to me
mad cause i’m trying to make history, listen lil n+gga this is victory
if i ain’t at where the paper at, guess i be where the b+tches be
everybody spitting crack nowadays but ya spitting grams i spit a key

flow r+t+rded i’m going dum, n+gga like me trying to get rich
you don’t like me, that’s cool, like i’m supposed to give a sh+t
well, when i’m busting nuts, only time i ever really give a f+ck
n+gga like me get his paper up, count so much dough i get paper cuts

met a b+tch said she don’t give head, told her closed mouths don’t get fed
k!lling these rappers ya n+ggas dead, ya could eat, long as i get fed
stop hustling d+mn there a year ago, but a n+gga still scared of them d+mn feds
cause i put so much work out these streets, think them n+ggas still want my head

what up, yo+yo, bean town, they know though
stunting all in the face, nah, we ain’t on the low though
shorty said i’m feeling my self, i told her she right, that’s no lie
cause how you gone be down to earth, whenever you getting this fly
[chorus]
tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, all about a dollar
money i get a lot of, so i stay in my prada, my main b+tch love escada, you got that, nada

tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, all about a dollar
money i get a lot of, so i stay in my prada, my main b+tch love escada, you got that, nada

[outro]
you ain’t got nothing of that n+gga, yeah
haters holla
we up n+ggas
it’s the nation
ugh

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