Hate Me Too lyrics

[Chorus: Lucci Lou]
b*tch, If I was you I'd hate me too
Cause everything that I rock be new
On point when it come to the jewels
When the light hit the rock, turn blue
If I was you, I would hate me too (me too)
Everything a n*gga ride be smooth (skrrt)
I came down in the drop-top coupe
If I was you, I would hate me too

[Verse 1: T@]
Pull up in the Porsche, n*gga
Tires skinny, but my pockets fat
Hoes be like "Who is that n*gga?"
Chef Boy Young Money T@
Young Delta, fly all day, every day
If you got a plug, I can probably beat the rate
Maybe money, but them hoes I’d never chase
We eatin', money coming fast, we ain't sayin’ Grace
200 in a mattress, n*gga f*ck Chase
Lou got the Jesus piece with the pink face
All black coupe, ain't got nothin' to do with race
If I ever go to trial, I'ma beat the case
I'ma beat that pus*y up, and I'ma f*ck her face
Never-never gave a f*ck what a n*gga say
Gettin' money is something I'ma always do
Been fly, still fly, no Jet Blue
[Chorus: Lucci Lou & T@]
b*tch, If I was you I would hate me too
Everything a n*gga ride be smooth (skrrt)
I came down in the drop-top coupe
If I was you, I would hate me too
b*tch, If I was you I’d hate me too
Cause everything that I rock be new
On point when it come to the jewels
When the light hit the rock, turn blue

[Verse 2: Lucci Lou]
I pull up in the ’Lac, n*gga
I'm sittin’ low, but I'm high as f*ck
They like "Who the f*ck is that n*gga?"
Lucci Lou, and he bout his bucks
Been gettin' money since a lil n*gga
Now I'm all grown up, but I still get it
In this rap sh*t, man a n*gga livin’
If I said it then I saw it, or a n*gga did it
Yeah
I see why they hatin' on me
All they hoes wanna date me
b*tch I'm a G, and boy I come straight out that East
Yeah, that's the home of the beast
New whip, color cocaine, n*gga
36 for the whole thing, n*gga
I drive around in your hoe Range, n*gga
Your married b*tch is my new dame, n*gga (hah!)
[Skit]
God damn, man
Who that is pulled up in the spaceship like that, man?
That Lil Wayne!
Man, he still balling like that, man?
I don't like that sh*t at all, man
Damn, look how the doors open!

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh-
The bando poppin' like a club, too
b*tch in the kitchen on her one's and two's
I feel like Tarzan on his jungle juice
I feel like a drug lord, a kingpin
You should kneel down, kiss the ring then
Sit the drink down, pour the lean in
Then I sit down, and dream a Genie
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
We got work from here to Mars
Hit the kitchen, kiss the floors
Givin' b*tches di*k of ours (yeah)
We got guns behind the bar
Shoot the club up, and find the car
Spark a blunt up and find remorse
Make the sign of the cross, then we ridin' off (damn)
Fat pockets, and they gotta eat
But they started smaller than Olive Oil (yeah)
I could take sand to the beach, and I could f*ck around and play Volleyball
And I am not worn, and not tired at all, but you gon see diamonds everytime I yawn
Don't hate me, hate the high I'm on, that's why I'm on, get your YM on, muthaf*cka
[Chorus: T@ & Lucci Lou]
b*tch, If I was you I'd hate me too
Cause everything that I rock be new
On point when it come to the jewels
When the light hit the rock, turn blue
b*tch, If I was you I would hate me too
Everything a n*gga ride be smooth (skrrt)
I came down in the drop-top coupe
If I was you, I would hate me too