(feat. Choppa, Curren$y, Krazy)
[Chorus: Curren$y]
When I pull up at the club in a big black
Truck on dubs (these n***as gon hate)
Cause I'm doing big thangs, and I got a lot of ice
In my chain (these n***as gon hate)
When I come through the door, and take all the hoes
I know (these n***as gon hate)
Cause I'm playing with some chips, and I make a lot of hits
I know (these n***as gon hate)
[Curren$y]
I don't know if it's the Porsche or the Lamb, that make these n***as
Hate me, like I'm a member of the Klu Klux Klan
I mean god damn, how much money I got in my hand
Really don't concern you man
But I know why you n***as boot me up
Cause I come through pushing brand new Coupes and stuff
You say you wanna shoot me up
Because I got a pair of Jordans won't be out for at least two months
They call me Curren$y the Hot Spitter
And that's cause I keep my money, in stacks
I know they got hatas out to jack n***as
So that's why I ride, with my gat
A glock and a mask in the dash of the Jaguar, and that's a X-K-8
And if you cross me, you'll die dog
So I advise y'all, please don't hate
[Chorus: Krazy]
When I walk in the club and the b**h
Touching bread starts smiling (these n***as gon hate)
When I buy the bar, hit the flo' just start wilding
You feel that (these n***as gon hate)
When them tires on the Navi just keep on spinning
Look at that sh** man (these n***as gon hate)
In the club thugged out, with my P. Miller denim
n***a see that (these n***as gon hate)
[Krazy]
With a high rich I get I still remember, the bad times
In the Ville rock hustling, with a loaded nine
All the n***as said I'd never make it, be friends now
All the dick-riders see this b**h, take a while
All the hoes that never liked me, wanna f** me
I'll two-way you for some head, you can trust me
It must be this tank, or the shiny gold teeth
Make these hoes get wet, everytime I speak
These streets I push weight, silent n***a
Unless you turn me into a, violent n***a
Smiling in my face, n***a hate behind my back
And you wonder why these b**h a** n***as get smacked
No fear of the police, only the feds
Catch him snitch late night, I'll bust his head
No love for these hating n***as, or the informants
Ask bank run about me, my account's enormous
[Chorus: Choppa]
When I'm walking through the mall, I'm chilling with my dogs
Or my girl (these n***as gon hate)
I don't even notice n***a why you spoke to this
n***a got a choke me a hater (these n***as gon hate)
This 8 is beginning this 8, no gimmick
This the New No Limit (these n***as gon hate)
And all the ladies love Choppa, cause they know
He's such a poppa but all (these n***as gon hate)
[Choppa]
n***as gonna hate no matter what you do
So if you don't f** with me, I don't f** with you
And I could care less, who did what with who
See I love when you hate, so do what you do
Rolaid, I understand that's your crew
But them cats ain't got no love for you
Y'all wonder why, your careers and you died
Cause your songs sound the same, like you doing a lie
Don't wanna do nothing else, then shake the streets
That's why I'm glad big rap gave a dang to me
And my n***a Master P gave the flame to me
Making hits after hits, what it came to be
Not just a boss rapper, but a hot m.c.
All them other n***as sound like me, think about it
I'm Choppa, that Westbank show stopper
If you sick of me, then n***a go see a doctor
[Chorus]
When I pull up at the club in a big black
Truck on dubs (these n***as gon hate)
When I buy the bar, hit the flo' just start wilding
You feel that (these n***as gon hate)
This 8 is beginning this 8, no gimmick
This the New No Limit (these n***as gon hate)
Cause I'm playing with some chips, and I make a lot of hits
I know (these n***as gon hate)