Man today's a good day Hey, ay-ye-ay-ye-ay 'Cause I'm rich, rich, rich, rich Walking down the street and I just copped a big booty bitch And these diamonds on my wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist 'Cause I'm rich Today I don't have any haters 'Cause I

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

Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is Imma die alone Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone People calling me, asking me for money, man The only thing Imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone On the down low, haters drown slow I been

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,

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

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

Like a war child I'm like, I'm like Whoa, whoa (I'm like) whoa, whoa (I'm like) I'm like, I'm like, I'm like I like to get my fuckin' fade on I'm feeling sexy, I'm like (Ooh) Them haters tryin' to get their hate on (Fuckin' war child)

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,

Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators 20 flat screens they got cameras every angle Dope been coming so you know the income major Rule number 1 I can't do business with a stranger Contract killers

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