Why They Hating On Me - King Louie

Giuseppes at the Grammys looking sick

Gold Rolex, that’s a grammy on my wrist

And we got them hammers in this bitch

For any nigga think he too legit to quit

Your bitch tryna suck me, I’m like wait a minute

Bought the bitch McDonalds, now she think she winning

Pack louder than an instrumental

What they know about wasting dime on expensive denim

My shoes aren’t released when I get em

Bum bitches, I ain’t fucking with em

Broke niggas, why they fucking with em?

Broke jokes, I don’t fucking get em

Why they hating on me?

Maybe cause I run the plans up, fuck niggas can’t stand us

Why they hating on me?

Cashed out on another lick, now I pump holes in your bitch

Why they hating on me?

Maybe cause she a fan nigga, little bitch she know I’m the man nigga

Why they hating on me?

Maybe cause I’m man up nigga, maybe cause my bands up nigga

Got me screaming out motherfuck the other side

Motherfuck the other side nigga

Motherfuck the other side, motherfuck the other side nigga

Motherfuck the other side, motherfuck the other side nigga

Motherfuck the other side, motherfuck the other side nigga

Mad cause I got bands like a rally

All these grands, bitch calling me finale

Smoking Louie with Obama out in Cali

She call me daddy, got a fatty, Imma fuck her

She say a fourty coming with her, Imma fuck em both

I might go Michigan and do the fucking most

I smell on your fucking clothes

I love getting money, smoking dope

I think they in love with being broke

I know I’m in love with getting money

I know other nigga’s bitches love me

Pull up pretty, got em looking ugly

Smelling good, bitches want to hug me

Ls on another puppy, I’m a shark, you a guppy

Riding clean, smoking rugby

Charlie Sheen, bitch I’m winning

Chilling with exotic women

Fuck with me I got it

Imma get it 'till I’m dead nigga, Imma make a killing

Smoking dope with paper soldiers

My niggas is paper holders

Old bread, paper molded

Hallelujah, pray for Lou Lou