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)

Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it chill? Now hold up, shut up, who remembers my come up? Who remembers my protest when I had no full for my stomach? 'Cause if they don't remember, gonna kick their butt, them hoes remember me Hold on, shut up,

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

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

Glowin' up, glowin' up, glowin' up Glow up, glow up I say, Lord be my savior When it come to gettin' this paper Please protect me from my haters Just save me and I won't save her Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen) Yeah, they're fuckboys and they can't win

I've been runnin' shit since I was the age of 12 Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so I've been gettin' money since I learned how to walk for real I see the haters throwin' shots, but they just

I slay, okay I see it, I want it I stunt, yellow bone it I dream it, I work hard I grind 'til I own it I twirl on them haters Albino alligators El Camino with the seat low Sippin' Cuervo with no chaser

These haters feelin' slighted 'Cause they know it's different prices, huh, huh It's the night This the night, (This the night, this the night) This the night My jewelry shinin’ bright This the night, huh We ain't come to play Yeah, my bitch she came to

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