Lyrics Haten - Chief Keef

All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong (Sosa, baby, Sosa, baby)
My thing on
All of my bling on
My watch on
And my chain on
And my guap on

All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, Sosa where you been?
I′ve been getting money, you've been gone
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my boss on
They be hating
They be hating, they be hating
They be hating, they be hating
They be hating, they be hating
They be hating, they be hating, they be hating
Hating
Hating, hating, hating, hating
Hating
Hating, hating, hating, hating

Well I got money all up in my palms
Bitches all up in my phone
Niggas start to hating
Then stop participating
Then going get it, going get it on
I′m big from my chain to my arm
Pulled up flexing on the low
Member taking dope money back like Aye, sir, I'm Shawn
What the fuck you thought?
I had to go and get me some guap
I don't like no small
I had to go get me a large
These niggas come through going far
Me, I come through going hard
Something like MIMS
Cause this is why I′m hot
Need some M and millions
I like chocolate
Pull up with no ceilings on
I think that I′m Want
I think that I'm Wayne
Big Tymers, blang blang

All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, Sosa where you been?
I′ve been getting money, you've been gone
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my boss on
They be hating
They be hating, they be hating
They be hating, they be hating
They be hating, they be hating
They be hating, they be hating, they be hating
Hating
Hating, hating, hating, hating
Hating
Hating, hating, hating, hating

Pair of Air Force Ones, no socks
Remember having rocks in my socks
Bitch I got Margielas that I don′t even wear
But I'ma put it on and get hot
All these fuck niggas jealous
They don′t want me to kill it
They don't give a fuck if I flop
But I'ma keep on killing
I′m a keep Meek Mill-ing
I′m straight going to chase that guap
Pull up smoking skunk to the skunk
Shawty got some junk in her trunk
And these niggas keep on hating
But I don't give a motherfucking fuck to the fuck
Sneak dissing like what to the what
I′m like huh to the huh
I'm just getting money
That′s it, homie, dah-dah-dah-dah-dah
Aye, 110 in a 55
Now I'm running from the cops
She say that I got style, baby
I get that a lot
I get that a lot, I get that a lot

All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, Sosa where you been?
I′ve been getting money, you've been gone
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my boss on
They be hating
They be hating, they be hating
They be hating, they be hating
They be hating, they be hating
They be hating, they be hating, they be hating
Hating
Hating, hating, hating, hating
Hating
Hating, hating, hating, hating