Hass Irv - Haters

{Intro: Hass Irv}
P-P-Plug Studios
Hassy, yeah
Money on the 16th
Aries

{Hook: Hass Irv}
All these niggas hatin' on me (why that hatin' on me?)
All these haters on me
All these haters on me
Why that hatin' on me?
I'm from Harlem, so I shake 'em off me (shake)
Yeah, I shake 'em off me
Yeah, I shake 'em off me
I just shake 'em off me, yeah

{Verse 1: Hass Irv}
Hassy, what's that? That's the trap money
How much for a feat? That's the rap money
Do this in my sleep, call it nap money
Got some enemies, keep the strap money
It's servin' them dyke, bitch, they like, "Where you came from?"
You niggas was nappin', so don't try to play dumb
Back when I ain't have shit, they ain't have a plate for me
She givin' out donuts, I might have to glaze her
That's your bitch, but she is a dancer
She told me that she was a Cancer
She callin' my phone, I don't answer
You know that I ain't with the banter
You mad 'cause you don't got your bands up
I do this 'cause they locked my mans up
Fake niggas'll call you their dear friends
But do I look like I got antlers?
The niggas you trustin' your back with
Is really just made out of plastic
These bitches is made out of plastic
The cash is what I find attractive
The fake niggas keep it a fraction
But I think it's simple subtraction
I count up and split it in half with
The niggas who been have my back, bitch
My hundreds is trappin' as soon as they done in the kitchen
I tell my niggas go get it, go get it
You know that they comin' right back with the digits
I let her spit it the realest, for real, nigga
So if you fake, nigga, you wouldn't get it
I'm from the trenches, I came up from nothing, my nigga
So you know I'm just tryna get it
Struggle, you won't know the feeling
All in her mouth like a filling
Young nigga makin' a killing
Yeah, young nigga makin' a killing
Young nigga, I'm on a mission
Yeah, young nigga, I'm on a mission
I'm on 600, they with me
I'm on 600, they with me

{Hook: Hass Irv}
All these niggas hatin' on me
All these haters on me
All these haters on me
Why that hatin' on me?
I'm from Harlem, so I shake 'em off me
Yeah, I shake 'em off me
Yeah, I shake 'em off me
I just shake 'em off me, yeah

{Verse 2: Sheck Wes}
"Sheck Wes, where you been?"
Bitch, I been chasin' racks
"Sheck Wes, you gettin' money?"
Bitch, I been stackin' stacks
"Sheck Wes, can you put me on?"
Nah, you can't make this cash
"Sheck Wes, bitch, you the homie"
Nah, I'm the judge of that
Sheck Wes, bitch, I'm such a rich nigga
And I can never go broke, I been a 6, nigga
The block be havin' drug dealers to the kick flippers
Bitch, I'm a big dog, I used to be the little nigga
Now, these bitches they hit me
Some niggas, they hate me 'cause all they hoes get wet
Then I get they own bitches to line they ass up
And get they ass wet for a check
And my niggas will jack, will borrow, will pack
Sew you up like you wearin' a Tec
And shoutout to Nike, I swear if they like me
They send all the packs to the 'jects
Sheck Wes, boy, I be legit
Free all of my boys from the 6
Some of the boys will shoot them jump shots
And some of the boys shootin' grips
Sheck Wes, boy, I been the shit
Sheck Wes, bitch, I'm still the shit
I call up a thot bitch, I need a new drop, bitch
Finesse that right out of the crib
I been on the block since a jitt
Young boy, 16, jackin' clips
I was makin' them bands when the king of the land
(?...) Hakeem in this bitch
I been on the block since a jitt
Young boy, 16, jackin' clips
I was makin' them bands when the king of the land
(?...) Hakeem in this bitch

{Hook: Hass Irv}
All these niggas hatin' on me
All these haters on me
All these haters on me
Why that hatin' on me?
I'm from Harlem, so I shake 'em off me
Yeah, I shake 'em off me
Yeah, I shake 'em off me
I just shake 'em off me, yeah