[Intro - Mannie Fresh & Birdman:] Aye, aye, Fresh, Stunna Man, we back at it daddy Them niggas be hating on me man 2016, summertime shine, stunting on em Let me tell you the type of shit they say about me [Chorus - Juvenile:] They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know why I'm a stay connected like the wifi Need her like a 64 gig iPod pussy nigga Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate Gon head on and Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate [Verse 1 - Mannie Fresh, Lil Wayne & Juvenile:] When I get this money I'm a kill em 20/20 vision to niggas who ain't want to see me with it Nigga fuck ya Don't make my trigger smart niggas go dumb-dumb Yeah, yeah, yeah Take me where these hoes at, Adderall and Prozac I'm so fucking focused in this bitch I just can't hold back Tell em bring that money bag, beast mode, running back Big Tymer, Ferragamo, Juvinino where you at? All I do is get it, dude you never get it You be in your feelin's too, my dude you're so pathetic You got too much sugar in your blood, diabetic You're sick you got the hate disease and I ain't tryna get it, no Mixing Cristal and Ciroc I need a name for it, call it Chris Rock I'm in this motherfucker looking like a pile of some guap Come make a name for yourself and pussy pop, pussy pop [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Mannie Fresh, Lil Wayne & Juvenile:] Nigga got your old girl napping with the whole world Trust me, just me, referee and blow girl That's that boy BM, hit me in the DM Bust that fucking pussy wide open AM to the PM But that's another story though and I ain't tryna tell it Now it's on, now you're hanging out with dime rock Betty And Betty she don't know no better, shoot up dope or smoke whatever Used to be my homie, now you're mad cause we don't roll together? We're the real nigga And I don't give a fuck if they was real sisters These niggas think they on, hit the kill switches Money coming bitch, my palms and my heels itching, yeah yeah [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Mannie Fresh, Lil Wayne & Juvenile:] You be hating on a nigga like police nigga You be barking, you ain't nothing but a Maltise nigga When these sharks out, we'll see you they'll be your teeth nigga It's Tune and Juvie we got Mannie on the beat nigga You M-A-D nigga, yeah You don't want to see me with a dime out You don't want to say that I couldn't afford shit You don't even have a watch to tell the time now And I got 20 karats in my Rolex Nigga lean with it, nigga rock with it That's some lean double cup with Ciroc with it Nigga lean with it, nigga rock with it We got Mannie on the beat, bop-bop-bop with it Shots fired, somebody ran up in Juvie house That's far sober enough to have niggas spooking out And I got homies round that I got love for But niggas go through shit so I don't root em out [Chorus] [Outro - Birdman:] Yeah, yeah, we back at it daddy Stunna man, you know there's always that one that'll hate Till you put a choppa in his face, you dig? Fresh you're a fool with it