Song writer/composer(s): Jermaine Coleman, Roger Greene, Russell W. Simmons, James Bromley Spicer
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MainoHi Hater Lyrics:
Hustle hard stack paper
It's alright y'all haters, it's nothing, we major
You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater
You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater
You see me, hi hater
Yeah, dolla bills y'all, lotta bills y'all
New year tryna touch me a mill y'all
Came up now, I'm what's up now
When you shine all these haters wanna talk down
I don't feel a way by what a nigga say
It's alright love, I let a hater hate
Pull up on them see them paper plate
See da oyster perpetuate day today
It's a fact right niggas act trife
How they smile in your face then they back bite
I just laugh right, make em' mad like
Watch them turn around and say he ain't that nice
Getting bread dough, mad head hoe
Seems like they don't love you till you dead, yo
Let em' talk dog it, don't phase me
It might not be right if they don't hate me
Hustle hard stack paper
It's alright y'all haters, it's nothing, we major
You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater
You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater
You see me, hi hater
Yeah, let 'em see me
Hi hater, pull of easy
(Bye hater)
You don't like me?
(Why hater?)
Won't you tell 'em how mad I make ya?
I ain't caught up in all that hot talk
Caddy all white, call it Scott Storch
You don't feel me, ice grill me
Hate so bad, you wanna kill me
What it be, dog? We getting money here
Wanna snitch, man, get us a hundred years
That's sad dawg, why you mad for?
Is it the face on my bitch or her ass dawg?
Why you like dat? Dat ain't like black
We boss out in da club? You don't like that?
You know you like that, you wanna be me
Why you twistin' up your face when you see me?
Hustle hard, stack paper
It's alright, y'all haters, it's nothing, we major
You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater
You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater
You see me, hi hater
Where the haters at? All the hattin' cats
Yeah, look in the mirror nigga hate on that
Can't fuck wit me or keep up wit me
So you run and tell a bitch not to fuck wit me
'Cause we ballin, y'all crawlin'
It's aight mofucka keep talkin'
More money brings, more Henessy
More hate, more snakes, more enemies
Can't change dis, niggas ain't shit
Wild out pop more champagne bitch
Still G's up, they won't ease up
It's cool, niggas hated on Jesus
Can't tell 'em nuttin', niggas say I'm stuntin'
When they hate on you
Then you know you doin' somethin'
Hustle hard, stack paper
It's alright, y'all haters, it's nothing, we major
You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater
You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater
You see me, hi hater
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