They Hate It

[Hook] Cuz they hate it when they see a lil nigga ridin’ ‘round with this much gold And they hate it when they see you when you cash in the top on the drop no Uh huh uh huh uh huh [Verse 1: Michael] I'm on the strip with the clique, G Got to roll the plane with the 50 Never let a lame nigga flip me Bad bitches give me brain on them bent knees And I’ve been getting to work, I’ve been hittin’ the gas while I’m hittin’ the circ Sippin’ and swervin’ then missin’ the curb Tryna go straight but my vision is blurred New versaces on the red-black kawasaki They try to stop me, take the keys but I’ve got a copy I told her put it in my lap girl and make it choppy Now she take it to the head like a shot of sake I don’t judge it if she hold her own A real nigga can’t grow no stones because I ain’t perfect Let’s go buzz a couple racks if you want verses Smokin’ purple as I’m waitin’ on the car service [Hook] [Verse 2: Michael] Aye, this is what it’s all about On the phone pullin’ orders out With that money we can bail him out Man, these niggas ain’t playin’ legit They be tryna get it all man And it’s sweeter than an almond I got them bitches like ahhh maaan Them niggas the shit Cuz we playin’ from the jump jet If a nigga tryna punk me Ain’t gonna hit him in the system Umm, I’ll do it again So don’t reach for that gold boy Ain’t nothing like old boy And you fightin’ like snow boy It's Banco [Hook]