Hatin' On Me Lyrics - Meek Mill

I got these niggas hatin' on me 

But I don't give a fuck, because they bitches waiting on me 

I'm just counting all this money, and buying all these hammers 

So when these niggas play, I let my shooters go bananas 

Diamonds flashing like a camera, my whip sound like a monster 

My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar sponsor 

These niggas getting sick, somebody call a doctor 

Cause all this blood drippin', 20 racks I Louboutin her 

I go Dolce & Gabana, Gucci Louis Prada 

Fly as hell in YSL boy I got a lot of 'em 

Madre and cabanas, that's where they probably find us 

Jumpin' off the jet, like sayonara to ya honor 

I spoil them bitches, I employ them niggas 

Wipe my ass with the riches like it's some toilet tissue 

Fuck with a winner, minks in the winter 

Philadelphia millionaire, Meek be that nigga 

Yo niggas hatin', my niggas ballin' 

Poppin' bands, countin' dollars, buyin' the Magnum bottles 

My bitch is patient, yo bitch is boring 

Fucked her that Friday night, we both woke up that Sunday morning 

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Young nigga, lotta cash, bad bitch, lotta ass 

Lamborghini kinda fast, it got these haters kinda mad 

Make me bring them sticks out, AK with the comma and 

These niggas is kinda nice, which means they kinda ass 

I be on all kinds of shit, boy I get all kinds of cash 

Monday I'mma wear my J's, Tuesday in my Prada bag 

Wednesday I go Louboutin, they say "How you been?" I say "Doing fine" 

Bitch I ball hard like 2 Lebrons, I hit the booth, no suit and tie 

I'm Superman, my bitch is super fly 

I make a hater wanna kill hisself, suicide 

A nigga play with me? He know it's do or die 

Cause I got a big Mac, and that bitch be super sized 

Rollin' with a hundred goons, boy I got a hundred jewels 

'Bout to fuck a hundred hoes, all them bitches coming soon 

Tell 'em that I'm comin' now, tell 'em I'mma common coon 

Boy my shit be super hot, I name my album summer June 

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Bugatti with Rozay, 'bout to meet Jose 

He said that that workin', I was like "okay" 

She say give me money, I was like "no way" 

She got mad and text my phone, it ain't no work if there ain't no pay 

I'm like be gone bitch, be gone bitch 

I pop a perc, turn on my on switch 

Them bitches ain't on that, nigga cause they on this 

You put 'em on money, I put 'em on dick, really though 

Can I ask a favor? 

Please embrace that Meek is just that boy now! 

Why fight it? 

You're doing yourself a disservice