Starlito & Don Trip - Hate You 2 lyrics

[Starlito] Get your money, money never make a man A man never break his word, a man never takes the stand A man that believe in himself ain't scared to take a chance Hell I did a lot worse just trying to make a grand I wish for it, might have shorted yo sack but never snitched nor Ran and got my gun for something I could use my fist for I was pissed off, piss poor Still afforded the liquor store Spend it as I make as if I'm sure I'll go get some more Not sure if I'mma make it so at least this way I get to enjoy Just toured now I got plenty cards like One leg Richard Or you might not get it, see I was hanging with those Lichin boyz Shooting dice like it was my religion, yeah for rich or poor Then Jt died, I still cry sometime n***as grow nuts when its hot outside They'll try you in the summertime Picture this, air quit working.. Baby mama b**hing So he made it his mission.. To catch me slippin Now I get surviellence on my phone let me see you in my kitchen Ill send em to ya home pow pow, chest piece missing I like her on the marley but on the X she different One minute she cool... then the next she trippin I told her don't f** with them lame n***as! Unless he tippin She sneeze when she bring me that cheese, and bless me with it Till the d**h of me I guess I'll be a referee official And yo b**h think I'm a referee whistle how she blow f** you I hate you too, I hate you too I ain't sh** ain't it the truth I hate you too, I hate you too f** it I ain't sh**, ain't it truth? I hate you too [Don Trip] Alright, truth is all I wanted was time with my son But now that I get to see him I can't cuz I'm never home I got to video chat with Jaylen over the phone So right about now I'm in dire need of a clone Always on the road, hardly ever alone But I still don't need security, all I carry chrome No I don't need them bottles or model b**hes in thongs All I need is my money, I just came to perform I don't won't to be Wayne, No I don't want to be Sean No I don't want to be Pac I just want to be Don I plan to get rich as I can before I'm done But if my record don't sell it's farwell and so long It's back to riding dirty with my Pockets Full of Stone I got ba** in my trunk even if my speakers blown The laws caught my a** I'm doing twenty years strong Yeah I run it like a rush but the bank's my endzone NOTCH