Andrew Coleman - Haterade lyrics

[Hook: Pharrell] We've evolved from small to tall And shall not stall, been flying too long Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa girl I be sippin' on haterade That deep-down getcha paid It tastes like lemonade Scrunch your face when you see me paid I be sippin' on haterade That deep-down getcha paid That flavor is lemonade Scrunch your face when you see me paid [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I'm not listening, I'm not interested My attention only focused on what I get Diamond's glistening, they call me Mr. Check White ice lemonade, Black ice she thick I got general ambition, life's a b**h So I treat it real good like hoes is squeezed My whole life, I ain't never seen a car like that And she probably won't see the next sh** I get And a seventeen fresh, I say I guess Successful, healthy, I live no stress So today is the day that the big boy shine Drop tops everywhere, I wouldn't know how to rock Got the titties out today showing off tan lines Bands bending in my pocket, no it's not drumline Me and Skateboard P in the club on time No, not on time, but it just in time (It's Gucci!) [Hook: Pharrell] [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Uh, yo, this one goes out to all of my critics Don't you feel stupid? Look how I did it! Look how it came to pa** when I said it We can do debit, cuz I don't need credit Yes, I'm epic, look how I rep it It's been eight years, but I broke the record Yup, the record... yup, the record... yup, the record (Just for the record) Uh, I'm all that I can be And I'll admit, I'm appalled when you envy Cuz you can do it, too, and you can do it, too I just happen to be the girl that they threw it to So I'mma bounce back, and I'mma ball out And every time that you see me I go all out And I'mma win till the ending Don't be mad when you see me transcendin'... Gucc! [Hook: Pharrell] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I ball hard, I should be in Sports Illustrated Cooler than a motherf**a in a Porshe lemonade coupe Pull up in a Ferrari in your hood, get intimidated Mutilated, Maserati, Lamborghini (are) decapitated Feds investigation on what I accumulated, insinuated That I'm not the man that I say I am Like I I give a damn But I just run around town pickin' up stacks Some like Louis, some like Gucci I love money, ya I love solutions And my teenage karat ring, baby girl choosin And I ain't hard to please baby come choose me Lounge around, round the town with the top chopped off You can call it lost and found 'cause my top stay down And I ain't seen a muthaf**a since I bought this car I ain't seen a muthaf**a since I bought the car It's Gucci! [Hook] [Outro: Pharrell and (Gucci Mane)] You know what I'm talkin' bout? Go and lift your gla**, go and lift your gla** (Let's think about the future and forget the past) Everybody just lift ya gla**, go and lift ya gla** If a n***a kid hatin', tell 'em kiss ya a**) Just lift ya gla**, go and lift your gla** (Let's think about the future and forget the past) Everybody just lift ya gla**, go and lift ya gla** If a n***a go hard, don't make me laugh, it's Gucci)