Hate on Me - Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan

If you see that 40 on me, boy you know I ain’t gon play

I ain’t blowin' none of my money, so you know a nigga straight

Most these niggas, yeah they phony, so I keep em' out my face

I done ran up my money, so I know that they gon' hate

They gon hate, gon hate, gon hate (7x)

I know that, yeah, so I got that nigga bitch like «ooh, ahhh»

Pulled up in that mothafuckin', whoo, ooh

Shoutout to my nigga Thugga, I need like 2 (Slime, what it do?)

Money by the commas

Shoutout to my momma

We gettin' money in my pajamas

Had to stay down for the come-up

If I run that ball, I won’t fumble

I done done it, I done made stumbles

See none of y’all, Stevie Wonder

Still look up to my uncle

To stand by me, boy, it’s an honor

I’m still tryna fuck, Madonna

But I ain’t gotta fuck with none of

These stuck up bitches, loco bitches

Catch a nigga slippin' with no condom

Now that ratchet hoe yo baby mama

I’m just gon tell her

What did I do to these niggas to make 'em mad at me?

Might as well, get these niggas, to call they granddaddy

I won’t tell, I don’t know, what them folks sayin' somethin'

So please don’t ask nothin'

Cause I don’t know (6x)

I will never change, homie

Put that on my name, homie (Rich Homie Baby!)

My name is all I got, that’s what I stand for

Fit a hundred thou in these pants, boy

Can’t remember shit, with them Xans on

Got a foreign bitch, big ole' ass on

Country nigga sweet, I ran up

And I passed out, I ain’t have no seat cause TMZ was braggin'

If you see my pants saggin', you ain’t gotta ask no questions, just know