What's up haters, how you doin, where you at
Without y'all my name would not be put upon this map
I'm talking 'bout them n***as that be looking at me mad
But when they get back in they crib they blast my sh** and that's a fact
I hear you talking sh** in your little homie's ear
Like a computer tecnition I'll install your fear
I know I got money, why don't you get you some
It's called addition, I be adding up the sum
Haters look and see and they obviously talk about me
I see they got that mad face like that n***a Grumpy
I be looking at these clowns but ain't a damn thing
I be outside the rain even though the weather sunny
f** your pay day cause I'm on a f**ing pay year
I get the opposite of hate and that's f**ing cheer
Money's the root of all world, makes me get these girls
If I had enough of it then I could rule the world