Artist: HoodRich Pablo Juan Album: Fuck Da Haters (S) Song: Fuck Da Haters Typed by: AZ Lyrics Fuck these bitches, fell in love with the hundreds Went in Louis, spent a twenty on my luggage Four in that twenty, I'm drinking that muddy I don't need juice when I'm drinking, on Tussin Fuck the haters, these bitches gon' love me Getting mine, I don't play by my money Grew up in the streets, I ain't trusting nothing Don't run up, my nigga, because I'ma bust you Fuck these haters, these bitches gon' love it Very important, everything 'bout the money Got trap bunking on a Sunday Got a rifle, shoot like a hundred Stayed down and I fuck up the commas Got a bitch that look like Madonna Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it Fuck a hater and his opinions Got a sweet trap, selling sugar and cinnamon Fuck the law, we don't fuck with them Trap jumping, balling over the rim I ain't gon' kill you, I'ma cut off a limb You a plankton nigga, smaller than a shrimp Bought two bricks, I'ma double them I put it in the pot, it's bubbling Gotta cold rinse, use the oven mitts I can fuck with the roaches, but not the rats Strapped up like we at war at Iraq So many traps, I done wore out my welcome mat Pocket rocket with my belt buckle I'm a big dog, little pussy cat Got money and power, won't take no disrespect My jewelry wet, got these bitches getting wet Fuck these bitches, fell in love with the hundreds Went in Louis, spent a twenty on my luggage Four in that twenty, I'm drinking that muddy I don't need juice when I'm drinking, on Tussin Fuck the haters, these bitches gon' love me Getting mine, I don't play by my money Grew up in the streets, I ain't trusting nothing Don't run up, my nigga, because I'ma bust you Fuck these haters, these bitches gon' love it Very important, everything 'bout the money Got trap bunking on a Sunday Got a rifle, shoot like a hundred Stayed down and I fuck up the commas Got a bitch that look like Madonna Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it Plugged in, put the fish in the oven Fuck the hater, he ain't talking 'bout nothing All of my young niggas get to the money Jumped out the plane and she chews on my leg Specific nigga, this a Spiffy production Givenchy, nigga, man, I got by the dozen These niggas hating 'cause their bitches, they love it I'm strapped up everywhere, I act up in public Since a young nigga, been faithful to hundreds I need a mill worth of Harriet Tubmans No liquor, Act, Hitech, and Tussin Dressing fancy topic of discussion I was in the hood, if you don't know me, you wasn't Working for profit, everything 'bout the money Smoke it, cook it, these bitches love it Get on your knees, bitch, suck it Fuck these bitches, fell in love with the hundreds Went in Louis, spent a twenty on my luggage Four in that twenty, I'm drinking that muddy I don't need juice when I'm drinking, on Tussin Fuck the haters, these bitches gon' love me Getting mine, I don't play by my money Grew up in the streets, I ain't trusting nothing Don't run up, my nigga, because I'ma bust you Fuck these haters, these bitches gon' love it Very important, everything 'bout the money Got trap bunking on a Sunday Got a rifle, shoot like a hundred Stayed down and I fuck up the commas Got a bitch that look like Madonna Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it Fuck the haters 'cause these bitches gon' love it