Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon' do? Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok Got her hair done, French braids, now she A$AP Bino so insensitive, she asking, "Why you say

(Woah) Just let 'em talk about it Let 'em talk about it, let 'em talk about it, let 'em talk Let them talk, just let 'em talk, just let 'em Shake that ass, don't care if they talk about it Fuck all that, haters, just forget about 'em Do your thing, don't

Middle finger to my haters, muhfucka why you hating? I'm gone I ain't really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga I'm gone Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone Even though I'm out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I'm gone

What a shame What a loss Love to you, babe Do what you have to I think I know what you're trying to say Love to the lovers Hate to the haters The winner takes She takes it all

I'm just slidin' down the 'crest on a hot summer day All these diamonds on it got me feelin' some type of way Drop the top on these haters 'cause the top in the way And if you ain't gettin' no money then you just in the way Took my shirt off in the vert

Haters gon' say it's fake If you know what's good And they ain't leavin' till six in the morning (six in the morning) (If you know what's good) (If you know what's good) come on And no, this ain't the clean version Your friends, my friends All my haters

All you haters Cause I hear ya And I'm watching Should get at me But I'm serious What's happening? Hey, what's happening, Haters so all I gotta say is

This song is for you, this song is for you I ain't singing to you... I ain't singing to you To all the lovers in the place... lovers in the place To all the haters in the place... haters in the place (You know it, you know it) (you know it, you know it)

All these haters See you later All that I could do But you don't even feel me though I know you know I know you got that power So CG but a nigga stay real Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got