(DOCTOR PEPPER) Yeah, woah, woah, woah Run up wit' a pole I got me a stick and Ima wipe that lil boy nose Everybody hating, but that's just the way life goes I know that you pissed at me cause I'm achieving goals If you not givin' dome lil bitch, then you just got to go Gucci tee, Louis V on my fuckin' toes Why the fuck they hating on me? I don't really know I know that you jealous of me Yeah, it really shows She told me, "I hate you" Happy that I ain't you And I'm gettin' paid too Money stack it's 8'2 Don't try to shake my hand, I leave you hangin' like a racist do Got horns up on my head, it got me feelin' like that Satan dude Ima hop out wit' the K I got a choppa, I aim at yo face okay Ima just get to the cake I got the money, I stack it all day I was in the bleachers, now I'm goin' crazy If you want a feature you gon' have to pay me And I keep a heater, Ima pull up spraying Pull up in a Beamer goin' like 180 Talkin' all that tough talk, it does not phase me Ima have to run off, I can't let her play me Yeah, woah, woah, woah Run up wit' a pole I got me a stick and Ima wipe that lil boy nose Everybody hating, but that's just the way life goes I know that you pissed at me cause I'm achieving goals If you not givin' dome lil bitch, then you just got to go Gucci tee, Louis V on my fuckin' toes Why the fuck they hating on me? I don't really know I know that you jealous of me Yeah, it really shows