Make Em' Say

[Intro] Showtime (flamers) If you sippin' on somthin put it down right now Get Money We bout to get it poppin, this song [Verse 1] I like my rosé red and my diamonds blue Keep a dime chick like 5 times 2 I be killin these haters when I slide by through Like a drive by do in a sky dive coop Flyin, the whip sound like a lion Keep a white girl with white girl like ryan Uh, Shit I ain't baggin, I'm buyin A lot of these suckas be frauds, lyin Really though, they fishin for a robbery I got them biddies tryna hit me like a lottery Haters wanna body me cause I'm a hot commodity Puffin on that hater ease the pain like a apology Niggas they can spit but they'll never be as fly as me Wrist lookin like the same arena where the Flyers be- ICEY I know, I don't think they like me Maybe cause I might be dickin down they wifey Umm, It's easy to hate me it's harder to love me You a hater Ask ya bitches bet ya all of them fucked me They callin' me hubby but they be callin' for nothin' Cause when I tell them hoes I like em I be kiddin like Cudi [Hook] They be like... Yup yup we make em say... Yup yup we make em say... Yup we got em like... Let's get it You got a boyfriend? No, we don't care Now where that money at? It's over here We ball hard Bottles in the air Chillin in the whip make them biddies stop and stare [Verse 2] Before I met T.I.P. I was the king, Martin Luther Diamonds in the bezzle lookin husky, Rasputia Don't get it twisted I spit, but I'm a shooter Glock 17 clip hangin longer then a ruler Every time I see them hoes they be like You the best like Drizzy, but I tell them I'm cooler I ain't even hit, she gave me brain like a tutor I kick that chick out early in the morning like a rooster I'm a D.O.P.E.B.O.Y Lookin like money everytime I flow by Haters hatin on me I don't know why Cause I'm come from da bottom were da sun don't shine Pops died young so I had to man up Cases got caught so I had to stand up I'm the best around hands down hands up Smack a sucka right in front of his squad and what like... [Hook] [Verse 3] Them boys damn near forty They ain't fuckin with shorty I shine like a buck worth of jewelry For sure he the hottest in America All guts glory Benzo 6 all on that back, Rob Horry Limbo, bend the corner all eyes on me Like I'm 2Pac niggas envy Wanna shakur me Haters, why get mad? I get paper All black Camaro lookin like Darth Vader Diamonds in ma chain like da water in Jamaica- all blue Them biddies like "Who da F RU" My niggas we ball through Sumthin we all do On that day she pop me she prolli will call you My niggas tryna turn a pound of raw to a molly In the kitchen million dollar whippin like Bugatti Me, ma niggas got it Hater like, how he do that? Who that? we that! Prolly [Hook]