Paid In Full - n***a Be Hatin' lyrics

[Hook] Mmmm-hmm, n***as be hating Until they see you coming, and switch up they conversation Mmmm-hmm, haters still hating My records and my rims, in regular rotation Everytime you see me, I'm platinum get thoed And riding candy, with the suicide do's And you can see, I got that million dollar glow And in other words, I ain't worried-I ain't worried bout you hoes Ain't worried, n***a I show Ain't worried, bout you hoes (I show, I show) I ain't worried bout you hoes, we ain't worried We ain't worried, bout you hoes [Rasaq] Damn they hating, a man I'm taking Grands and making em throw, no your man's mistaken Any n***a talking hating, I knock his face in Punch him in the gut once, and give him constipation Lil' bloody from the altercation, or equitation Make n***as get in line, like when a barber's fading When Rasaq is heated, Rasaq gon speak it Now the boy'll lay you down, like a postropedic I'm rocking up chips, flossing a watch Copping some kicks, knocking your dip dropping a drop Hotter the hip, raising the top Rasaq is so sick Squat in a drop, I'm too amazing to stop Your dame's on my jock claiming she not, you lame and he not Instead of blaming your chick, you blaming Rasaq n***as act the same as the cops, they handcuffing When he sees his damn muffin, flirting and blushing Hating on me is worthless cousin, don't hurt for nothing It just hurt the damn mall, when I go purchase something n***a And they hating n***a, Rasaq on the block yeah [Hook] [Chamillionaire] See n***as ask for ten, and mo' dollas they can spend But never be around when, you be out looking for them We ain't friends, you just know how to pretend And just trying to get up in, my circle so you can win And what do haters be saying, I ain't hating I'm just saying But they never say it to me, they always say it to them And he trying to get all, comfortable while he laying On the sofa in your den, is where that n***a be staying It be the n***a, in the crib where you live And you did let him live, in your crib for a bit But he would come back, to the crib with a chick And forget that the rims, and the whip wasn't his You looking at your spinning rims, and they chipped But this n***a didn't get, a damn job so there is No chance of ever ever, getting your wish Of him getting a b**h, and them getting them fixed You buying all the drinks, he sipping that liquor He behind you talking, ad libbing a** n***a He lying to you, like he's not the cash dealer Old two way contact, stealing a** n***a I hit a hater in the mouth, he hate on the South Or we can get specific with it, if he hate on the North n***as be opening they mouth, trying to hate on your floss Marshmellow a** n***as, stop hating you're soft, Koopa [Hook]