Lyrics

The Hatin’ Is Free

The Hatin’ is Free... and if I Charged your Broke ass... you couldn’t Hate on Me... you couldn’t afford to Hate homey if it costed a Fee... so gone and Hate me while you can... cuz the Hatin’ is Free... the Hatin’ is Free... (naa you don’t gotta like me Blahhh)... The Hatin’ is Free... and if I Charged your Broke asses... you couldn’t Hate on Me... you couldn’t afford to Hate homey if it costed a Fee... so gone and Hate me while you can cuz the Hatin’ is Free... the Hatin’ is Free... (naa you don’t gotta like me Blahhh)...



V.1
You only Hatin’ cuz it’s Free to be a Bytch in this World... yea pussy you the Champ at bein’ Gossipin’ Girl...

You Addin to my Popularity... I need the Promotion... Word of Mouth got’em Taurus crazy... Ocean to Ocean...

You only Doin what you do Best... so keep on Strokin’... I’mma send your Ashy Ass a New bottle of Lotion...

I don’t Normally pay attention to you Sensitive niggas... but every since my lil Movement... it got Bigga and Bigga...

I been thinkin’ how you Funny Dudes... is Watchin’ Me Rise... yea Hell Boi... is on the Loose... so tell the Rest of your Guys...

And while you at it... yea... you probably best avoid me Pussy... you know damn well... you Bytch Bois softer than Cookies...

(So I Don’t Deny)... ain’t a Single one of y’all that wanna Test my Hyphey... (I know you trippin’) cuz you found out your Top Bytch Like Me...

Got you feelin’ all New Balance... and I’m the New Nikes... she can (sniff) Smell the Cool Water... she think I’m a Pisces...



The Hatin’ is Free... and if I Charged your Broke ass... you couldn’t Hate on Me... you couldn’t afford to Hate homey if it costed a Fee... so gone and Hate me while you can cuz the Hatin’ is Free... The Hatin’ is Free... (naa you don’t gotta like me Blahhh)... The Hatin’ is Free... and if I Charged your Broke asses... you couldn’t Hate on Me... you couldn’t afford to Hate homey if it costed a Fee... so gone and Hate me while you can cuz the Hatin’ is Free... The Hatin’ is Free... (naa you don’t gotta like me Blahhh)...



V.2
Fish Scale... I’m talkin’ Guatemala... skip the Impala... this’ll make you Go Bananas boi... I live for the Dolla...

Record label round here... whatchoo wanted to Hear... Song writin’ Trappin’ out my Lyrix... Crack of the Year...

No longer pushin the Biscuits... I’m pushin’ Full Length Disces... Hustle any way I can Plus your Chic is My Mistress...

Whole squad full of Money Gettas... Look at you Crittas... Gettin’ jealous... now you wanna send the Feddies to Get Us...

Naaa... (But we ain’t disappearin’) til the Morticians Get Us... So yea... Eff you Very Much... I don’t care if you Bitter...

I ain’t Really see potential til I’m stuck with the Pencil... in a Cold Cell... seein’ how I’m probably a Symbol...

Boss figure from the Illie...tryin’ to Count up a Billie... Boi... stash Money... Chi Town... light up a Philly... (Boi)

I twist a Couple lines and sound Common you feel me... I’m the Best of Both Worlds... I’m still alive... if you Kill me...



The Hatin’ is Free... and if I Charged your Broke ass... you couldn’t Hate on Me... you couldn’t afford to Hate homey if it costed a Fee... so gone and Hate me while you can cuz the Hatin’ is Free... The Hatin’ is Free... (naa you don’t gotta like me Blahhh)... The Hatin’ is Free... and if I Charged your Broke asses... you couldn’t Hate on Me... you couldn’t afford to Hate homey if it costed a Fee... so gone and Hate me while you can cuz the Hatin’ is Free... The Hatin’ is Free... (naa you don’t gotta like me Blahhh)...


V.3
You and them Broke fools witcha...

naaa... y’all ain’t Eatin’... I’m allergic to you Dudes... y’all the Reason I’m Sneezin’...

(Hutchooo)... I’m what you wishin’ you was... that’s why you Hatin’ me Cuz...

I run through a Drop-Top and Smash it up on the Highway... Flip it in the Snow Bank... yea and Ruined the Fresh Paint...


Hopped in somethin’ else... you Upset cuz you Can’t...

You know I Rise to the Top... and Make the Cute Chics Faint...

But... how can I be held Back... (you probably wouldn’t know)... naaa... you ain’t Never held That...

Stack up in your hands and had to stack a few bands... Pack your Money bags Up... and Have to Switch up your Plans...

Stack til you the Man and Back by Popular Demand... Lac truck Sittin up and Jus Blew seventy Grand...

(I’m only Playing my hand)... you only Hatin’ cuz it’s Free to be a (Disgruntled Fan)... and I ain’t started Chargin’ hate Fees jus (for a Glance)...


The Hatin’ is Free... and if I Charged your Broke ass... you couldn’t Hate on Me... you couldn’t afford to Hate homey if it costed a Fee... so gone and Hate me while you can cuz the Hatin’ is Free... The Hatin’ is Free... (naa you don’t gotta like me Blahhh)... The Hatin’ is Free... and if I Charged your Broke ass... you couldn’t Hate on Me... you couldn’t afford to Hate homey if it costed a Fee... so gone and Hate me while you can cuz the Hatin’ is Free... The Hatin’ is Free... (naa you don’t gotta like me Blahhh)...