Letras: T-Mac. Shinin' & Bigtymin. Haters Can't Stand Me.

[T-Mac: talking]
Shit, brah Bucks, these niggas' can't stand to see a nigga' like me
They hatin' and shit brah, I'm sayin' why is they hatin'?
Cause I'm fuckin' they broads, I'm drivin' my cars
My house keys gold, What the fuck they hatin' for?
My record company worth six figures about to be seven figures
Man they can't stand this shit,
I'mma keep on fuckin' they broads nigga'

Dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me
They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be
Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air
Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air
Man dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me
They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be
Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air
Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air

[T-Mac]
Y'all know me gator boot down from Chucktown
I represent the south, I'm the coldest nigga' in this town
Hoe's this way, hoes that way shit
Cars and broads nigga' that's the only way I play
Bezels nigga' with the 20 karat begets
I'm mobbin' round' town with my fuckin' wet sex
Ice on shine nigga' keep your eye's blind
Ask anybody I be like this at all time

[MegaBucks]
You better reach for your heater
Put up your dick-beaters
Mega-Man wettin' niggas' like a Pepsi 3-liter
Geech(ie) boys got dem' niggas' in the club gettin' wild
Niggas' drinkin' Dom P. like its going out of style
Hoes steady clockin', cause' a nigga' on shine
Playa-hatas congregatin' tryin' to take whats mine
I stay strap with dem' thangs, in case a nigga' wanna trip
I got 44 ways to put a stop to that shit

Dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me
They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be
Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air
Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air
Man dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me
They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be
Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air
Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air

[T-Mac]
60 g's on my Lexus truck 470
Candy paint, twenty inch, a nigga' rollin' heavy
Woodgrain, TV's,[?????????????]
Sunday at the Battery I'm comin' through
Megabucks layin' in the that Rover
Got pulled over
I think you betta' let em' go brah

[MegaBucks]
Even dem' cops know me and T dem' Carolina dogs
Gotta clique of major niggas' 263 be the bomb
If you ain't holdin' 50 g's why you talkin' bout' cheese
I open the door to my home with gold and platinum house keys
When it's cold outside I put the Misses on the street
If it ain't a hundred percent it ain't touchin' my feet
I love my sex wet stack chips like duplex
Ice keep my wrist cold
Bought a sweater for my Lex
Bitches I ain't hatin', ain't no breakin' my bond
If I make a million my whole clique gon' make a million
If you can get with that, you betta stack up your chips
If you can't shut the fuck up and let us ballas do this

[T-Mac talking]
Shit nigga' that's how we ride in the Charlyo...

Dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me
They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be
Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air
Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air
Man dem' haters can't stand to see a nigga' like me
They see dem' gator boots and (ver)sace' suits they know who it be
Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air
Put your hands up nigga' throw dem' Rollie in the air