T-Mac - Haters Can't Stand Me lyrics

(T-Mac talking) sh**, brah Bucks, these n***as' can't stand to see a n***a' like me They hatin' and sh** brah, I'm sayin' why is they hatin'? Cause I'm f**in' they broads, I'm drivin' my cars My house keys gold, What the f** they hatin' for? My record company worth six figures about to be seven figures Man they can't stand this sh** I'mma keep on f**in' they broads n***a' Dem' haters can't stand to see a n***a' like me They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be Put your hands up n***a' throw dem' Rollie in the air Put your hands up n***a' throw dem' Rollie in the air Man dem' haters can't stand to see a n***a' like me They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be Put your hands up n***a' throw dem' Rollie in the air Put your hands up n***a' throw dem' Rollie in the air (T-Mac) Y'all know me gator boot down from Chucktown I represent the south, I'm the coldest n***a' in this town Hoe's this way, hoes that way sh** Cars and broads n***a' that's the only way I play Bezels n***a' with the 20 karat begets I'm mobbin' round' town with my f**in' wet s** Ice on shine n***a' keep your eye's blind Ask anybody I be like this at all time (MegaBucks) You better reach for your heater Put up your dick-beaters Mega-Man wettin' n***as' like a Pepsi 3-liter Geech(ie) boys got dem' n***as' in the club gettin' wild n***as' drinkin' Dom P. like its going out of style Hoes steady clockin', cause' a n***a' on shine Playa-hatas congregatin' tryin' to take whats mine I stay strap with dem' thangs, in case a n***a' wanna trip I got 44 ways to put a stop to that sh** Dem' haters can't stand to see a n***a' like me They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be Put your hands up n***a' throw dem' Rollie in the air Put your hands up n***a' throw dem' Rollie in the air Man dem' haters can't stand to see a n***a' like me They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be Put your hands up n***a' throw dem' Rollie in the air Put your hands up n***a' throw dem' Rollie in the air (T-Mac) 60 g's on my Lexus truck 470 Candy paint, twenty inch, a n***a' rollin' heavy Woodgrain, TV's,????????????? Sunday at the Battery I'm comin' through Megabucks layin' in the that Rover Got pulled over I think you betta' let em' go brah (MegaBucks) Even dem' cops know me and T dem' Carolina dogs Gotta clique of major n***as' 263 be the bomb If you ain't holdin' 50 g's why you talkin' bout' cheese I open the door to my home with gold and platinum house keys When it's cold outside I put the Misses on the street If it ain't a hundred percent it ain't touchin' my feet I love my s** wet stack chips like duplex Ice keep my wrist cold Bought a sweater for my Lex b**hes I ain't hatin', ain't no breakin' my bond If I make a million my whole clique gon' make a million If you can get with that, you betta stack up your chips If you can't shut the f** up and let us ballas do this (T-Mac talking) sh** n***a' that's how we ride in the Charlyo........................... Dem' haters can't stand to see a n***a' like me They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be Put your hands up n***a' throw dem' Rollie in the air Put your hands up n***a' throw dem' Rollie in the air Man dem' haters can't stand to see a n***a' like me They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be Put your hands up n***a' throw dem' Rollie in the air Put your hands up n***a' throw dem' Rollie in the air