| Song | Haters |
| Artist | RT Brook |
| Album | Haters |
| 作词 : Connor Brookfield | |
| 作曲 : Peter F Brazier/Reece Turnbull | |
| Now they wanna hate, cause I got there cake, | |
| Now they wanna hate, cause I got there cake, | |
| Don’t wanna fake this is my fate, | |
| I got the xanny to take, | |
| I got the money to make, | |
| Ya ay, | |
| Ay ya, | |
| Thats your bitch at my door | |
| Wanting the cash, | |
| Told her I gone sauce that ass, | |
| Give her that shit so fast, | |
| Make her forget the past, | |
| This gone be a blast, oh | |
| I **** your lady, give her my bab | |
| Don’t want no maybe, booty like that who can blame me, | |
| Never gonna tame me, yeah, | |
| She bad she boujee but she don’t fool me, | |
| This no movie, just wanna smoke my doobie oh, | |
| Now I’m balling in a two seater, bitch | |
| I’m a pussy eater, don’t wanna be ya | |
| **** your bestie after I see ya, | |
| Now they wanna hate, cause I got there cake, | |
| Don’t wanna fake this is my fate, | |
| I got the xanny to take, | |
| I got the money to make, | |
| Ya ay, | |
| Ay ya, | |
| Pull up in a drop top, | |
| Gotta count my guap, | |
| You know the gang is hot, | |
| Coming from the block, | |
| Careful not to get shot, | |
| We gotta a loaded glock, | |
| You better be tip top, cause ya time running out like tic tok, | |
| Cause we cruising, | |
| Hiding the pain, switching the lane, getting the fame, | |
| Balling like Gucci mane, bitch you sweet like candy cane oh | |
| I had to much blue, molly taking hold told too, | |
| Baby can I come home with you, | |
| Now they wanna hate, cause I got there cake, | |
| Don’t wanna fake this is my fate, | |
| I got the xanny to take, | |
| I got the money to make, | |
| Ya ay, | |
| Ay ya, | |
| Swerving in the coupe, rari no roof, | |
| Yeah I’m in the street, | |
| bringing the heat, | |
| Drinking vodka neat, | |
| In the club, late at night trapping the white, keeping it tight, | |
| Ice on my wrist, your bitch loves it cause I’m ric | |
| Turn these rags to riches, | |
| You know I **** all these bitche | |
| Grant em all their wishes, | |
| Busting all these switches, | |
| Only do it when I’m high, | |
| Look me in my eye as I touch your thigh, | |
| are you down to ride, | |
| Now they wanna hate, cause I got there cake, | |
| Don’t wanna fake this is my fate, | |
| I got the xanny to take, | |
| I got the money to make, | |
| Ya ay, | |
| Ay ya, | |
| Now the night is done, come get in my bed, | |
| Let me inside your head, before I end up dead, | |
| Off this lean, please satisfy my need, | |
| Roll this weed, | |
| Take a hit I’m begging you please, get up off your knees, | |
| As I slide and let you ride, leave you dripping all night, Do it til light, | |
| Dusk til dawn, I know you’ll be gone in the morn, | |
| I know you’ll be gone in the morn, | |
| Now they wanna hate, cause I got there cake, | |
| Don’t wanna fake this is my fate, | |
| I got the xanny to take, | |
| I got the money to make, | |
| Ya ay, | |
| Ay ya, | |
| Now they wanna hate, cause I got there cake, | |
| Don’t wanna fake this is my fate, | |
| I got the xanny to take, | |
| I got the money to make, | |
| Ya ay, | |
| Ay ya, |
| zuò cí : Connor Brookfield | |
| zuò qǔ : Peter F Brazier Reece Turnbull | |
| Now they wanna hate, cause I got there cake, | |
| Now they wanna hate, cause I got there cake, | |
| Don' t wanna fake this is my fate, | |
| I got the xanny to take, | |
| I got the money to make, | |
| Ya ay, | |
| Ay ya, | |
| Thats your bitch at my door | |
| Wanting the cash, | |
| Told her I gone sauce that ass, | |
| Give her that shit so fast, | |
| Make her forget the past, | |
| This gone be a blast, oh | |
| I your lady, give her my bab | |
| Don' t want no maybe, booty like that who can blame me, | |
| Never gonna tame me, yeah, | |
| She bad she boujee but she don' t fool me, | |
| This no movie, just wanna smoke my doobie oh, | |
| Now I' m balling in a two seater, bitch | |
| I' m a pussy eater, don' t wanna be ya | |
| your bestie after I see ya, | |
| Now they wanna hate, cause I got there cake, | |
| Don' t wanna fake this is my fate, | |
| I got the xanny to take, | |
| I got the money to make, | |
| Ya ay, | |
| Ay ya, | |
| Pull up in a drop top, | |
| Gotta count my guap, | |
| You know the gang is hot, | |
| Coming from the block, | |
| Careful not to get shot, | |
| We gotta a loaded glock, | |
| You better be tip top, cause ya time running out like tic tok, | |
| Cause we cruising, | |
| Hiding the pain, switching the lane, getting the fame, | |
| Balling like Gucci mane, bitch you sweet like candy cane oh | |
| I had to much blue, molly taking hold told too, | |
| Baby can I come home with you, | |
| Now they wanna hate, cause I got there cake, | |
| Don' t wanna fake this is my fate, | |
| I got the xanny to take, | |
| I got the money to make, | |
| Ya ay, | |
| Ay ya, | |
| Swerving in the coupe, rari no roof, | |
| Yeah I' m in the street, | |
| bringing the heat, | |
| Drinking vodka neat, | |
| In the club, late at night trapping the white, keeping it tight, | |
| Ice on my wrist, your bitch loves it cause I' m ric | |
| Turn these rags to riches, | |
| You know I all these bitche | |
| Grant em all their wishes, | |
| Busting all these switches, | |
| Only do it when I' m high, | |
| Look me in my eye as I touch your thigh, | |
| are you down to ride, | |
| Now they wanna hate, cause I got there cake, | |
| Don' t wanna fake this is my fate, | |
| I got the xanny to take, | |
| I got the money to make, | |
| Ya ay, | |
| Ay ya, | |
| Now the night is done, come get in my bed, | |
| Let me inside your head, before I end up dead, | |
| Off this lean, please satisfy my need, | |
| Roll this weed, | |
| Take a hit I' m begging you please, get up off your knees, | |
| As I slide and let you ride, leave you dripping all night, Do it til light, | |
| Dusk til dawn, I know you' ll be gone in the morn, | |
| I know you' ll be gone in the morn, | |
| Now they wanna hate, cause I got there cake, | |
| Don' t wanna fake this is my fate, | |
| I got the xanny to take, | |
| I got the money to make, | |
| Ya ay, | |
| Ay ya, | |
| Now they wanna hate, cause I got there cake, | |
| Don' t wanna fake this is my fate, | |
| I got the xanny to take, | |
| I got the money to make, | |
| Ya ay, | |
| Ay ya, |