When I was little But now I'm bigger I was a player A heart-breaker And all the haters I swear they look so small from up here 'Cause we're bigger, And love's bigger,

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

I choose death before dishonor I'd rather die than live down on my knees Bury me like a soldier, with my dignity! Bury me! (Bury me!) To the haters, the takers, the liars, all the vultures and the bottom feeding scum The FCC, the FBI and every tin god

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters All I got is mother fuckin' players We get money in mother fuckin' layers All I got is maids and waiters All I got is suits and gators Y'all niggas lost and I'm Las Vegas Everybody love black ass Darth Vader You and

Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos 1 - Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals 2 - Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos I got mo'

Haters in the club (back up) Broke niggaz (back up) I suggest, I suggest that you (back up) Put your ass in reverse baby (back up) It don't involve money then (back up) Dawg, get from me and (back up) Everytime I fall I get right (back up) Gold diggers

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

Smashin' up, them 'Raris dash out (cash out) 'Member all them nights we used to trap out? Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens) Passin' all them haters, cash out (cash out) Let's party like the '70s Blowin' on hella tree It don't matter to me,

I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something You looking bad I prolly throw you something I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' I caught cases never told 'em nothing Got all these chains and this change on me Niggas said

She got a rock I'm gettin' stoned Here's to happy ever after And here's to balls and chains And here's to all us haters Of old lovers new last names And here's to holdin' up And gettin' right where I belong Read it in the paper