Hate Me Or Love Me

[Hook] You can hate me or love me (Hate, hate me or love me) You can hate me or love me (Hate me or love me) I'm grinding still making this money I'm making this guap No you ain't taking it from me You ain't taking my spot You can hate me or love me (Hate, hate me or love me) You can hate me or love me (Hate me or love me) I'm grinding still making this money I'm making this cake No you ain't taking it from me You ain't taking my place So you can hate me or love me [Verse 1: Cassidy] I'm still spending my clientele cheese I ain't gotta sell ki's I'm a boss, I own companies, LLC's I floss the ice on my Cross, could make Hell freeze My wheel cost a quarter mil, my rims cost 12 G's I had paper before I was selling LP's That's why I get more head than the female weave I inhale weed till' I could barely to hell breathe Anytime you turn around I'm smoking, I burn it down I'm burning now, what I steam green as Kermit now I seen so much money my eyes like Eric Sermon's now Life a bitch but shit, I can't turn her down I'm addicted to the biscuit, can't put the burner down I got Mount Airy, Oak Lane, Germantown North, West and South Philly riding out with me So I doubt you dudes wanna shoot it out with me We Bad Boys getting Dirty Money without Diddy [Hook] [Verse 2: Cassidy] I want more riches and more bitches, the boy vicious Everyday different gear, every year my car switches I just bought a house bout as large as a Strawbridge's Ridiculous, four floors big as a department store Yours the size of the garage where I park my car Cause you only sold a Little Rock, like Arkansas I mess with Aki's that'll spark at y'all They'll catch a body, then get back on they ding and scream "Strafella" I ain't selfish y'all, I'm more of a boss than y'all I look better, got more cheddar, and got more heart than y'all You from the projects, but you ain't never walked the hall Plus you wasn't in the streets, you only hustle in your sleep That's why they call it street dreams you niggas sweet I ain't skip a beat, I'm still spitting like I'm missing teeth I'm so sick man, I took it over with no permission I'm getting money, hate me or love me, it's your decision [Hook] [Verse 3: Cassidy] I really made it, you really love it, or really hate it I'm sick a lunatic, I need to be facilitated You niggas gon' flop if you not affiliated I'm a Philly native for real, don't get humiliated I make a brick sell fast as rock a dish mail I spit fish-scale when my fans ain't rehabilitated All the songs I brang out got 'em strung out You had your chance to shine but your time bout to run out [Hook]