Hate

[Produced by Will-A-Fool & Bobby Kritical] [Intro: Chaz Gotti] How can you hate on your man? Too busy fucked up on Xans How can you hate on your man? Too busy fucked up on Xans [Hook: Chaz Gotti] I got rich before my idol Know he mad, he seen me poppin’ Fix your face, I see you poutin’ Spent a check in Neiman Marcus How can you hate on your man? Too busy fucked up on Xans Watch who you calling your friend They might take the food out your hand [Verse 1: Chaz Gotti] How can you hate on your man? How can you stay with your man? How can you eat off your man? Watch what you say to his homies Get a badder bitch, you turn her phony Hate when your man’s your opponent Put in work with a nigga Then they end up telling on you Started from the bottom in the trenches with a nigga Fucked up my wrist with my nigga Shot my first stick with my nigga I hate that I called him my nigga I jumped out a Porsche and a coupe I’m still with the same crew Some niggas red, some are blue Some niggas fake, some true [Hook: Chaz Gotti] I got rich before my idol Know he mad, he seen me poppin’ Fix your face, I see you poutin’ Spent a check in Neiman Marcus How can you hate on your man? Too busy fucked up on Xans Watch who you calling your friend They might take the food out your hand [Verse 2: K Camp] Watch who you’re calling your friends Watch how I flex in a Benz Watch how I turn up on niggas again and again and again and again Hey if I like it I spend Really no need to pretend That nigga Gotti my kin I’m mixing the juice, that’s a hell of a blend Do it one time, do it one time Smokin’ that Lou got me out of my mind Fucking your bitch and I ran out of time That money keep calling, you know that’s a sign Yah, and all my niggas want them M&Ms Fuck them niggas, we ain’t friends with them For real [Hook: Chaz Gotti] I got rich before my idol Know he mad, he seen me poppin’ Fix your face, I see you poutin’ Spent a check in Neiman Marcus How can you hate on your man? Too busy fucked up on Xans Watch who you calling your friend They might take the food out your hand [Verse 3: Chaz Gotti] Pop a seal, no Cris Louis dripping, all Christian Get love in the D like the Pistons Good with the TEC and the pistol That’s the traphouse, please don’t make it your home That bitch ain’t no good, please don’t make her your ho No love in the streets, I pray I make it home Fucked up on Xans, I pray I leave em 'lone Slime be your man but you call him your home Man I miss Duncan, I wish he was home She ain’t good for me, I can leave her alone I can’t resist her in her thong Can’t name a nigga I did wrong Took care of the streets on my own Jurassic Park, Little Italy Clay county my home [Hook: Chaz Gotti] I got rich before my idol Know he mad, he seen me poppin’ Fix your face, I know you poutin’ Spent a check in Neiman Marcus How can you hate on your man? Too busy fucked up on Xans Watch who you calling your friend They might take the food out your hand [Bridge: Chaz Gotti] How can you hate on your man? Too busy fucked up on Xans Watch who you callin’ your friends They might take the food out your hand How can you hate on your man? Too busy fucked up on Xans Watch who you callin’ your friends They might take the food out your hand [Hook: Chaz Gotti] I got rich before my idol Know he mad, he seen me poppin’ Fix your face, I know you poutin’ Spent a check in Neiman Marcus How can you hate on your man? Too busy fucked up on Xans Watch who you calling your friend They might take the food out your hand