Haters, I'm Not Your Enemy I'm Your

Might Let Him Take It Home And Slaughter That/ He Got Friends For All Of My Friends/ They Ain't Leaving 'till We Say When/ And We Gon' Hangover The Next Day.

I Hate Wack Niggas, I Should Really Slap Niggas.

But I'm Alone On My Throne All These Riches

You Shoulda Left The Other Day You Let Me Beg For You To Stay

Register My Money, For The Money Gymnastic. Cause I Make It Flip Now They Be Lookin All Nasty.