Lyrics:

What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
Will you be as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?

Fack ...Fack ...you're criticism
Fack... Fack... Fack... Fack it
Fack... Fack you're criticism

I don't even know who the fuck you are

You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do
But keep gettin' money, funny I was just like you

You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do
But keep gettin' money, funny I was just like you

You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do
But keep gettin' money, funny I was just like you

You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do
But keep gettin' money, funny I was just like you

Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy
Ice that I wear, clothes that I try, close your eyes
Picture me rollin', sixes, money foldin
Bitches honies that swollen to riches.

Want... want... want me off
Want me off the scene fast
Want... want... want me off
Want me off the scene fast

But good things last
You still wanna hate, be my guest!

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 Are you ready?

Hate me... Hate me... Hate me... Hate me... Hate me...
Hate me... Do... Do... Do... it now! Hate me... Do it now!

Tell... tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissin
I don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I'm dissin

Fuck... Fuck you're criticism
Fuck... Fuck you're
Fuck... Fuckyou're criticism

Do my Ladies Run This Motherfucker??! Hell Yeah!
Do my Fellas Run This Motherfucker??! Hell Yeah!
Do my Ladies Run This Motherfucker??! Hell Yeah!
Do my Fellas Run This Motherfucker??! Hell Yeah!

Don't hate me, hate the money I see
Don't hate me, hate the money I see
Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck you're criticism
Don't hate me, hate the money I see

Ice that I wear, clothes that I try, close your eyes
Picture me rollin', sixes, money foldin
Bitches honies that swollen to riches.

You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do
But keep gettin' money, funny I was just like you
I had to hustle hard never give up