Lyrics Hate On Me - Young Cash

Why these niggas wanna hate on me?
Ya, yall know what it is
Its your boy young cash
You know what I'm talking about
This is for all the niggas who get hated on
You know what I'm talking about
All the females who getting hated on
You know what I'm talking about
Hating is at an all time high right now
They hating on you, you know you doing something right, my dog

Why these niggas wanna hate on me?
Its not my fault your bitch wanna fucks me
Why these bitches wanna hate on me?
Its not my fault I'm riding big on 23
Why these police wanna hate on me?
Its not my fault I got legal off the streets
Why my own people hating on me?
Its not my fault cause you can do the same as me

Just in case you haven't noticed niggas is getting crazy
Cause while I'm on my grind
They sitting home being lazy
I'll restrict ya if you hatin on another man
He ain't made-ship but he's tryin, at least he got a plan
I ride through the streets
Haters, I hope I miss 'em
I start to notice they can't help it cause it's in their system
But hatin is a black disease
That shit is contagious
I stay away from fucked niggas when they cough and sneeze
The funny shade is they ain't hatin when you're down bad
When you start to come up
And start shining when they gettin mad
That shit hurt their feelings
And they can't stand to see it
They watch your swagger
And break their moves cause they wanna be it
A bitch might see a nigga stuntin
Wanna fuck that nigga
First thing the pussy nigga
Hollers motherfuck that nigga
You know they talking shit and you ready to hand her laughter
Soon as they see ya
They throw their fists out and give ya some depht

Why these niggas wanna hate on me?
Its not my fault your bitch wanna fucks me
Why these bitches wanna hate on me?
Its not my fault I'm riding big on 23
Why these police wanna hate on me?
Its not my fault I got legal off the streets
Why my own people hating on me?
Its not my fault cause you can do the same as me

At 22 I dropped 50 stacks on the hummer
Thats more Yearly earns than your daddy and your momma
A lot of niggas be tapping dog but I'm not them
Mark Astrider locks a Jaguar, ask him
And he a millionaire, we had to count the money twice
He never counted that much street money in his life
And to think that if I wanted the money I would go and grab it
I used to hold back but fuck it
Imma let these niggas have it
I used to be like you homie
A served braces roster
Then I graduated to the black tape
White blogger
I helped a lot of niggas rhyme to get back on their feet
Even a couple niggas I ain't know
I let 'em eat
When you get to be a boss
You better see the streets
But I keep shoulders in a trap, serving with that heat
You gettin work from your dog, and everything's sweet
Well your welcome cause theres a good chance it came from me

Why these niggas wanna hate on me?
Its not my fault your bitch wanna fucks me
Why these bitches wanna hate on me?
Its not my fault I'm riding big on 23
Why these police wanna hate on me?
Its not my fault I got legal off the streets
Why my own people hating on me?
Its not my fault cause you can do the same as me