We not rich like y'all that's one thing y'all goin have to understand But one day this year, we will be Because we have Barack Obama Haters hate they can relate I'm shinin and living good I got haters all on my dick Try to take my chips I wish you would (I wish you would) I know boys goin playa hate But I still keep my mind on the do And it don't matter cause I don't really mess with you So what'cha need to do is leave me alone That what it is That's You Playas get choose as the groupies try to pick me You standing around me try'na pretend you with me (I ain't F-ing with you) Look at this stripper that's conversating with me Ain't working but act like you ain't finna tip me (Damn skippy) (That's You) Calling with all of that begging on my phone Like the message say "get to begging at the tone" you know that (That's You) Always be whining bout how I did ya wrong Then your the reason I jacked this song I ain't F-ing with you You got dreams of being a famous artist This every rapper that made it like they garbage (I ain't F-ing with you) Always got negative stuff to say regardless That caddy clean but I don't like the way it's polished (I ain't F-ing with you) Always be bumpin like you finna do something to someone But when they show up they do nothing, stop frontin (That's You) Know you a hater that's end of the discussion You mad cause I got a lot and you got nothing (I ain't F-ing with you) Haters hate they can relate I'm shinin and living good I got haters all on my dick Try to take my chips I wish you would (I wish you would) I know boys goin playa hate But I still keep my mind on the do And it don't matter cause I don't really mess with you So what'cha need to do is leave me alone I'm sick and tired (I'm tired, I'm tired) Of all your lies (you liars, you liars) Let me live my life (my life, my life) Cause I'm goin get mine Don't F with cha so you get denied I'm a tell you for the very last time Now who am I? I am super fly Super I'm bout to come out that suit and tie Bout to come out that coat without that roof and I'm wishing you goodbye Haters try'na bring me down, they look up and shoot the sky Mixtape God cause I go hard but not one you can crucify Here's a checkmate when you reply Sixes got me super high Buckle up your buckle bet my muffler goin palute the sky Bring these rapper in the room I bet'cha one goin lose a life Keep a pistol or some dice, who wanna play truth of die?