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Q Money - How You Gon Hate Lyrics

[Intro]
[?] we do
Beatmonster, (Beatmonster)
Ca-ca-ca-Captain, (Captain)
Ba-ba-ba-bass God

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm gettin' money you cannot relate (yeah)
Run up the racks, and it go to the safe (yeah)
Fuck from the back then I cum on her face (yeah)
I'm a young n*gga, I'm hotter than Mase (for real)
Remember when I used to hoop on the crate (uh)
Now I ball like the n*ggas that's in NBA (uh)

[Chorus]
How you gon' hate on a n*gga that came from the bottom (uh, uh)
My n*gga, I came from no weight (uh, uh, uh)
How you gon' hate? (huh?)
How you gon' hate?
How you gon' hate on a n*gga that came from the bottom (uh, uh)
My n*gga, I came from no weight (it's goin' )
(yeah)
Why you gon' hate (yeah)
Why you gon' hate? (yeah)
Why you gon' hate on a n*gga that came from the bottom (yeah, yeah)
My n*gga, I came from no weight (It's Q money, ain't shit funny)

[Verse 1]
I'm shitting on n*ggas, think I got the runs
I'm stacking my money, can't run out of funds
How you a gangsta? You ain't got no gun
I keep me a chop, 22s ain't no fun
Alexander McQueen, with the velcro
I got this drip off of Mel Rose
What I spent for these? You could've paid your nigga bail ho
I wear them bitches like shell toes
Remember when I used to sell dope
I cannot go back to jail hoe
I spent a check on my ear lobes
Young nigga, I'm popping this shit
And I know that they want me to slip
9 times out of 10, if I shoot my shot, I bet that shit won't miss
And I Keep me a Glock, and that bitch stay cock banged, I ain't going out like no bitch
Gotta Rollie down on my wrist, bad bitches wanna give me a kiss
These niggas ain't fly like this
I think I done found my nitch
Hold on, lemme talk my shit
I'm The Godfather in this bitch

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm gettin' money you cannot relate (yeah)
Run up the racks, and it go to the safe (yeah)
Fuck from the back then I cum on her face (yeah)
I'm a young n*gga, I'm hotter than Mase (for real)
Remember when I used to hoop on the crate (uh)
Now I ball like the n*ggas that's in NBA (uh)

[Chorus]
How you gon' hate on a n*gga that came from the bottom (uh, uh)
My n*gga, I came from no weight (uh, uh, uh)
How you gon' hate? (huh?)
How you gon' hate?
How you gon' hate on a n*gga that came from the bottom (uh, uh)
My n*gga, I came from no weight (it's goin' )
(yeah)
Why you gon' hate (yeah)
Why you gon' hate? (yeah)
Why you gon' hate on a n*gga that came from the bottom (yeah, yeah)
My n*gga, I came from no weight (It's Q money, ain't shit funny)

[Verse 2]
I got my foot on they face
All this water look just like the lake
I been serving these niggas, and doing my dance, don't think that I did that for the same (Yeah)
She wanna fuck but she can't
She like why your black ass always at the bank
With these hundreds I got in the bank, you would think I was born in like 1808 (Yeah)
And I be sharp as a shank
Lil nigga thuggin' on niggas like Nate (Yeah)
I can't pronounce what I ate
I think it was some, some with steak (Yeah)
And I'm bout to go up on my rates (Yeah)
Soon as I drop this lil tape
You wanna book me, you gone have to pay
Link in my bio, you can call it a day, nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm gettin' money you cannot relate
Run up the racks, and it go to the safe
Fuck from the back then I cum on her face
I'm a young n*gga, I'm hotter than mace
Remember when I used to hoop on the crate
Now I ball like the n*ggas that's in NBA

[Chorus]
How you gon' hate on a n*gga that came from the bottom
My n*gga, I came from no weight
How you gon' hate?
How you gon' hate?
How you gon' hate on a n*gga that came from the bottom
My n*gga, I came from no weight
(yeah)
Why you gon' hate (yeah)
Why you gon' hate? (yeah)
Why you gon' hate on a n*gga that came from the bottom (yeah, yeah)
My n*gga, I came from no weight (It's Q money, ain't shit funny)