Got ‘Em Hatin’ lyrics

(Intro:)
It's A Nitti Beat... Hey
Hey dats my boo Plies, Wassup? They Said You Got It On Lock Down There My n*gga, Hey
They Said You Gettin Bout 20 Stacks A Mothaf**kin Show, Right?
This Yo First Album, (Wow), You F**kin Wit Yo Boy Nitti Right? (That's Right)
Cuz We're Live Again, From Ghettoville, Usa That Is, Yo Plies, You Ready?

(Verse 1:)
Seven Days A Week, A Full Time balla
A Thug And A Goon, Whatever You Wanna Call It
You Hatin For Nothin, Cuz I'ma Get Money regardless
You Tryin To Catch Lil Mama, I Already Done Caught Her
You Want The 26s, Huh, I Already Done Bought Em
You Can't Do What I Do And That's Part Of The Problem
I Got The Haters Goin Crazy I Ain't Trying To Stop Em
You Want The Streets, Huh Dog, I Already Done Locked Em
You Love Blue Diamonds, Already Done Copped Em
You Always Talk About K's, But Ain't Never Shot Em
I'm Certified And Real, Lil Homey You A Flawer
You A Full-Blown Hater, That's What I Call Em

(Chorus:)
I'm In The Donk On Sixes And Stay (Got Em Hatin)
F**ked The Broad That He Wanted (Now I Got Em Hatin)
His Paper Game Ain't Been Right Lately (Got Em Hatin)
My Jewelery Game Amazin (Now I Got Em Hatin)
I'm In The Donk on Sixes And Stay (Got Em Hatin)
F**ked The Broad That He Wanted (Now I Got Em Hatin)
His Paper Game Ain't Been Right Lately (Got Em Hatin)
You Ain't Doin Somethin Right If You Ain't (Got Em Hatin)
(Verse 2:)
I'm The Man In My City, You Just Live Here

You Just Got In The Streets, I've Been Out Chea
You Still Dreamin About It, I Did It In A Year
You A pus*y So I Know You Hate Me Off The Rip
You Can't Move How I Move, You Ain't Got Chips
I Can Blow It And Don't Miss It, Got Grip
I Can Merc You When I Wanna, Cuz I Got Clips
30-Round Extended .380 On The Hip
Heard You Was Cryin When You Was Locked Up, You A Trip
I Know The Goons That Robbed You, You Ain't Done sh*t
You The One That Told, You The One Soft As sh*t
Now You Walkin Round Like You Had Closed Lips
In The Back Of Yo Mind You Wish Plies Wadn't Real
Ain't Never Been A Hater, I Don't Know How It Feel
If You Know Like I Know, Lil Homey, Better Chill
Or You Gon' Have Them Bushes Movin In Frontcha Crib

(Chorus)

(Verse 3:)
Some Wanna See Me Broke, Some Wanna See Me In The Feds
The Haters Hate You When You Livin, Love You When You're Dead
He Just A Bad Rapper, He Ain't Blew Yet
The Streets Don't Feel Him, I Ain't Have To Go Through That
I'm On Fire In The Streets, Just Got My Feet Wet
And You Don't Think I'ma Sell A Mil', Then Take The Bet
I'm Just One Of Few Who Ain't Went Commercial Yet
I Want You To See Me Dats Why I Got The Top Back
You Got No Choice To Talk About Me, Look How I Act
And Why Plies So Wired If He Got Stacks
He Got A Hundred Goons Around Him When He Rock His Ice
If You Ain't Thuggin, You Won't Understand The Thug Life
(Chorus: To Fade)