Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You know when you walk in the room you could feel the tension
The energy off the vibe different yeah
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
I used to window shop then go cop Really I feel like them stars yeah
I ain't gon' flex closest to a Rolex I got was a Michael Kors yeah
Or it was a fossil everybody knows like a nostril
I can't get down with these clowns cause none of my clothes no costume
Like nothing was said to these niggas and I ain't breakin' bread with these niggas
They assholes waitin' for decapitation cause I'm too far ahead of these niggas
Back in this bitch back in this shit leavin' these hoes forever stressed
They did me dirty said I wasn't worthy curved me more than the letter S
I just fell back never fell off I went from rappin' my tail off
Movin' all these O's tryna get double F's you would think I would spell off
Need a Porsche Panamera color marinara pull up you could smell sauce
Not clues bitch business over stupid shit that's how you spell boss
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
Yeah I remember we ain't had shit
Just my mother yeah my dad dipped payin' back rent
Tryna get a XXX-tension on some sad shit
Wait wait now we run it up when the bag hit
Don't look at the price we just grab shit
Designer shirts with the plaid print
Never been a fake but I'm in a bitch with the titties and they ass done
Before I leave the crib kiss and hug my kids daddy gotta make a cash run
Niggas hatin' but I'm past them
Spend a little bit and stash some
We just love to show it off we remember the days when we didn't have nothin
Now it's comin' in abundance twenties tens and hundreds
Bitches wanna f*ck us pocket full of rubbers
Money under nothin' split it with my brothers flexin' on these suckas
Ayy and all this cake is on me
I got it in my bag and now they hatin' on me
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
Leek - Stop Hatin (feat. Fella) Lyrics
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You know when you walk in the room you could feel the tension
The energy off the vibe different yeah
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
I used to window shop then go cop Really I feel like them stars yeah
I ain't gon' flex closest to a Rolex I got was a Michael Kors yeah
Or it was a fossil everybody knows like a nostril
I can't get down with these clowns cause none of my clothes no costume
Like nothing was said to these niggas and I ain't breakin' bread with these niggas
They assholes waitin' for decapitation cause I'm too far ahead of these niggas
Back in this bitch back in this shit leavin' these hoes forever stressed
They did me dirty said I wasn't worthy curved me more than the letter S
I just fell back never fell off I went from rappin' my tail off
Movin' all these O's tryna get double F's you would think I would spell off
Need a Porsche Panamera color marinara pull up you could smell sauce
Not clues bitch business over stupid shit that's how you spell boss
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
Yeah I remember we ain't had shit
Just my mother yeah my dad dipped payin' back rent
Tryna get a XXX-tension on some sad shit
Wait wait now we run it up when the bag hit
Don't look at the price we just grab shit
Designer shirts with the plaid print
Never been a fake but I'm in a bitch with the titties and they ass done
Before I leave the crib kiss and hug my kids daddy gotta make a cash run
Niggas hatin' but I'm past them
Spend a little bit and stash some
We just love to show it off we remember the days when we didn't have nothin
Now it's comin' in abundance twenties tens and hundreds
Bitches wanna f*ck us pocket full of rubbers
Money under nothin' split it with my brothers flexin' on these suckas
Ayy and all this cake is on me
I got it in my bag and now they hatin' on me
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
You know when you walk in the room you could feel the tension
The energy off the vibe different yeah
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
I used to window shop then go cop Really I feel like them stars yeah
I ain't gon' flex closest to a Rolex I got was a Michael Kors yeah
Or it was a fossil everybody knows like a nostril
I can't get down with these clowns cause none of my clothes no costume
Like nothing was said to these niggas and I ain't breakin' bread with these niggas
They assholes waitin' for decapitation cause I'm too far ahead of these niggas
Back in this bitch back in this shit leavin' these hoes forever stressed
They did me dirty said I wasn't worthy curved me more than the letter S
I just fell back never fell off I went from rappin' my tail off
Movin' all these O's tryna get double F's you would think I would spell off
Need a Porsche Panamera color marinara pull up you could smell sauce
Not clues bitch business over stupid shit that's how you spell boss
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
Yeah I remember we ain't had shit
Just my mother yeah my dad dipped payin' back rent
Tryna get a XXX-tension on some sad shit
Wait wait now we run it up when the bag hit
Don't look at the price we just grab shit
Designer shirts with the plaid print
Never been a fake but I'm in a bitch with the titties and they ass done
Before I leave the crib kiss and hug my kids daddy gotta make a cash run
Niggas hatin' but I'm past them
Spend a little bit and stash some
We just love to show it off we remember the days when we didn't have nothin
Now it's comin' in abundance twenties tens and hundreds
Bitches wanna f*ck us pocket full of rubbers
Money under nothin' split it with my brothers flexin' on these suckas
Ayy and all this cake is on me
I got it in my bag and now they hatin' on me
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
I know why they mad I'm not tryna brag
Rock designer tags no more hoppin' cabs
I'm not tryna laugh But why they hatin' on me
I got it in my bag But now they hatin' on me
Writer: Tyleek Jones
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