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Chorus: CurrenUSDy
When I pull up at the club in a big black
Truck on dubs (these gon hate)
Cause I'm doing big thangs, and I got a lot of ice
In my chain (these gon hate)
When I come through the door, and take all the hoes
I know (these gon hate)
Cause I'm playing with some chips, and I make a lot of hits
I know (these gon hate)
CurrenUSDy
I don't know if it's the Porsche or the Lamb, that make these
Hate me, like I'm a member of the Klu Klux Klan
I mean god d*mn, how much money I got in my hand
Really don't concern you man
But I know why you boot me up
Cause I come through pushing brand new Coupes and stuff
You say you wanna shoot me up
Because I got a pair of Jordans won't be out for at least two months
They call me CurrenUSDy the Hot Spitter
And that's cause I keep my money, in stacks
I know they got hatas out to jack
So that's why I ride, with my gat
A glock and a mask in the dash of the Jaguar, and that's a X-K-8
And if you cross me, you'll die dog
So I advise y'all, please don't hate
Chorus: Krazy
When I walk in the club and the b*tch
Touching bread starts smiling (these gon hate)
When I buy the bar, hit the flo' just start wilding
You feel that (these gon hate)
When them tires on the Navi just keep on spinning
Look at that s**t man (these gon hate)
In the club thugged out, with my P. Miller denim
nigg* see that (these gon hate)
Krazy
With a high rich I get I still remember, the bad times
In the Ville rock hustling, with a loaded nine
All the said I'd never make it, be friends now
All the d*ck-riders see this b*tch, take a while
All the hoes that never liked me, wanna fk me
I'll two-way you for some head, you can trust me
It must be this tank, or the shiny gold teeth
Make these hoes get wet, everytime I speak
These streets I push weight, silent nigg*
Unless you turn me into a, violent nigg*
Smiling in my face, nigg* hate behind my back
And you wonder why these b*tch as* get smacked
No fear of the police, only the feds
Catch him snitch late night, I'll bust his head
No love for these hating , or the informants
Ask bank run about me, my account's enormous
Chorus: Choppa
When I'm walking through the mall, I'm chilling with my dogs
Or my girl (these gon hate)
I don't even know this nigg* why you spoke to this
nigg* got a choke me a... (these gon hate)
This aint is beginning this aint, no gimmick
It's the New No Limit (these gon hate)
And all the ladies love Choppa, cause they know
He's such a poppa but all (these gon hate)
Choppa
gonna hate no matter what you do
So if you don't fk with me, I'll fk with you
And I could care less, who did what with who
See I love when you hate, so do what you do
Rolaid, I understand that's your crew
But them cats aint got no love for you
Y'all wonder why, your careers and you died
Cause your songs sound the same, like you doing a lie
Don't wanna do nothing else, then shake the streets
That's why I'm glad big rap gave a dang to me
And my nigg* Master P gave the flame to me
Making hits after hits, what it came to be
Not just a boss rapper, but a hot m.c.
All them other sound like me, think about it
I'm Choppa, that Westbank show stopper
If you sick of me, then ya go see a doctor
Chorus
When I pull up at the club in a big black
Truck on dubs (these gon hate)
When I buy the bar, hit the flo' just start wilding
You feel that (these gon hate)
This aint is beginning this aint, no gimmick
This the New No Limit (these gon hate)
Cause I'm playing with some chips, and I make a lot of hits
I know (these gon hate)