Rich Boy - Must Hate Money lyrics

[Produced by Neenyo] [Intro] I've got it made thats what I'm talking about Going down to the fashion store and get myself fitted out Going down to the dealers buy myself a brand new car So me and my lady can ride [Verse 1: Drake] Check, I wish y'all coulda seen me back in high school, backpack Grey range black Ac' Put a half a stack out just to get a stack back Double that school dance, Fresh J's, new pants Back when "f** b**hes, get money" was the new chant It started out a boy like Hugh Grant Now I'm a young man doin things you can't But you can't call me Champagne Charlie I campaign hardly My damn chain glitter ruby red The type of sh** that leave your hand stained scarlet I live it, thought you knew this I swear that we been through this Your boyfriends future plans got 'em on todays to-do list Cause he rollin wit more squares then you would find up on a rubix Bingo, money ain't a thing ho That prometh with that sprite and jolly rancher so flamingo I ain't speaking in code real n***as they know the lingo Cause when I'm in the spot it's popping like Christopher's single [Hook] If ya'll dont like me then (you must hate money, money) Guaranteed if you had it to spare you could probably comprehend im just sayin man (you must hate money, money) They be gettin jealous when you paid, savin everything they made, I keep thnkin that (you must hate money, money) Telling people my image is lame, and im whats wrong with the game, but im feelin like (you must hate money, money) Considering everywhere I go got couple grand to blow man you know [Verse 2: Rich Boy] Hey, I'm flyer then a motherf**er Haters wanna see me dead like John Tucker(so) I'm in that big boy 550 s-cla** I hit the gas and watch them hoes waving through the gla** Pimp gla** im riding new in 2008 (say what) I hit them hoes and send em home, you take em on a date That white gucci ticker let em know there's money here I grip the cline and sit on seats thats made of cashmere 5 karats in my ear, you see them hoes jock? b**h theres a whole lota rocks up in this powder watch I'm writin letters to the pen for my brother irving Send him a picture of that drop with me in it swervin Hotter than a b**h rock, Cooler than some ice cream Gotta feed myself I'm up here living in a dream My cadillac mean but my 88 a beast If bein fly against the law b**h call the po-lice [Hook] [Verse 3: Drake] Stacks on deck, lac's mounted on D's I dont trust you so make sure you count it all please And once its all there, then that put me at ease And these n***as just mad cause they account is on freeze Baby pay attention please, I'm more coordinated then a dance team Its my turn, my turn like advance green My true religion is money, check out the pant seams I got cash in my palm I call it hand cream And I just want the paper My momma trying to go to rome and I just wanna take her Im tryin to figure what the los angle is like a laker So I can be on beaches with my n***as in jamaica I say 'baby get low', You just getting by They hating cause my swagger at a all time high sh** its a damn shame homie I dont even try Get money mofo is all you hear me reply [Hook]