Stunt On Ya Haters (Ft. Waka Flocka Flame) Lyrics
| Song | Stunt On Ya Haters (Ft. Waka Flocka Flame) |
| Artist | Cash Out |
| Album | Let's Get It |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Hook – Ca$h Out] | |
| 15 hundred dollars on my shoes | |
| Water, water, water all in my jewels | |
| They fucking with me, they know me so cool | |
| I’m feeling like Bishop, I got the juice | |
| Stunt on your haters [x4] | |
| 15 hundred dollars on my shoes | |
| Water, water, water all in my jewels | |
| [Verse 1 – Ca$h Out] | |
| 30 thousand wrist, [?] | |
| Fucked your bitch first, then we went dating | |
| They want to have my money and my britches | |
| Therefore I leave them [?] stitches | |
| [?] need her money, you just forgot to mention | |
| Bitches texting me, talking bout they want all my inches | |
| I get paid just to look at me, so that’s pay attention | |
| You niggas broke, and you niggas thieves, I know you grinching | |
| I got your ho, pockets on sloppy joe | |
| Knocking your bitches down, calling that dominos | |
| Feed her some dominos, take myself out to papa [?] | |
| Haters everywhere, haters everywhere | |
| [?] bottles and let’s have a toast | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2 – Waka Flocka Flame] | |
| I’m stunting on haters, I’m getting this money | |
| My cars is exotic, I’m fucking her fashion | |
| Raised in apartments, I live in a mansion | |
| VVS in my stone and my diamonds keep dancing | |
| My girl black and latin, she cool with me trapping | |
| She one of a kind, that ass got a patent | |
| The police showed up and they asked her what happened | |
| She said get my lawyer, I just start laughing | |
| All of my shoes, 15 hundred on everything | |
| Designer my fabric, I think I’m the shit | |
| Pardon my manners | |
| Wore my fit once, ain’t no use for no hamper | |
| Grab my bandana | |
| I’m from the south where we call it black-lanta | |
| I stunt on my haters, I ball on you fucks | |
| Draped out in gold, like I’m King Tut | |
| Big Cuban link, like I got Midas touch | |
| I roll it, I roll it, I smoke it, I smoke it | |
| I’m drinking this lean till a young nigga throw up | |
| Ca$h out, my nigga, you know I fuck with you | |
| Got bottles of liquor, come pour you some more up | |
| Giuseppe my footprints, I got the blueprint | |
| To make dollars it took sense, broke niggas a nuisance | |
| [Hook] |
| Hook Ca h Out | |
| 15 hundred dollars on my shoes | |
| Water, water, water all in my jewels | |
| They fucking with me, they know me so cool | |
| I' m feeling like Bishop, I got the juice | |
| Stunt on your haters x4 | |
| 15 hundred dollars on my shoes | |
| Water, water, water all in my jewels | |
| Verse 1 Ca h Out | |
| 30 thousand wrist, ? | |
| Fucked your bitch first, then we went dating | |
| They want to have my money and my britches | |
| Therefore I leave them ? stitches | |
| ? need her money, you just forgot to mention | |
| Bitches texting me, talking bout they want all my inches | |
| I get paid just to look at me, so that' s pay attention | |
| You niggas broke, and you niggas thieves, I know you grinching | |
| I got your ho, pockets on sloppy joe | |
| Knocking your bitches down, calling that dominos | |
| Feed her some dominos, take myself out to papa ? | |
| Haters everywhere, haters everywhere | |
| ? bottles and let' s have a toast | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 Waka Flocka Flame | |
| I' m stunting on haters, I' m getting this money | |
| My cars is exotic, I' m fucking her fashion | |
| Raised in apartments, I live in a mansion | |
| VVS in my stone and my diamonds keep dancing | |
| My girl black and latin, she cool with me trapping | |
| She one of a kind, that ass got a patent | |
| The police showed up and they asked her what happened | |
| She said get my lawyer, I just start laughing | |
| All of my shoes, 15 hundred on everything | |
| Designer my fabric, I think I' m the shit | |
| Pardon my manners | |
| Wore my fit once, ain' t no use for no hamper | |
| Grab my bandana | |
| I' m from the south where we call it blacklanta | |
| I stunt on my haters, I ball on you fucks | |
| Draped out in gold, like I' m King Tut | |
| Big Cuban link, like I got Midas touch | |
| I roll it, I roll it, I smoke it, I smoke it | |
| I' m drinking this lean till a young nigga throw up | |
| Ca h out, my nigga, you know I fuck with you | |
| Got bottles of liquor, come pour you some more up | |
| Giuseppe my footprints, I got the blueprint | |
| To make dollars it took sense, broke niggas a nuisance | |
| Hook |
| Hook Ca h Out | |
| 15 hundred dollars on my shoes | |
| Water, water, water all in my jewels | |
| They fucking with me, they know me so cool | |
| I' m feeling like Bishop, I got the juice | |
| Stunt on your haters x4 | |
| 15 hundred dollars on my shoes | |
| Water, water, water all in my jewels | |
| Verse 1 Ca h Out | |
| 30 thousand wrist, ? | |
| Fucked your bitch first, then we went dating | |
| They want to have my money and my britches | |
| Therefore I leave them ? stitches | |
| ? need her money, you just forgot to mention | |
| Bitches texting me, talking bout they want all my inches | |
| I get paid just to look at me, so that' s pay attention | |
| You niggas broke, and you niggas thieves, I know you grinching | |
| I got your ho, pockets on sloppy joe | |
| Knocking your bitches down, calling that dominos | |
| Feed her some dominos, take myself out to papa ? | |
| Haters everywhere, haters everywhere | |
| ? bottles and let' s have a toast | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 Waka Flocka Flame | |
| I' m stunting on haters, I' m getting this money | |
| My cars is exotic, I' m fucking her fashion | |
| Raised in apartments, I live in a mansion | |
| VVS in my stone and my diamonds keep dancing | |
| My girl black and latin, she cool with me trapping | |
| She one of a kind, that ass got a patent | |
| The police showed up and they asked her what happened | |
| She said get my lawyer, I just start laughing | |
| All of my shoes, 15 hundred on everything | |
| Designer my fabric, I think I' m the shit | |
| Pardon my manners | |
| Wore my fit once, ain' t no use for no hamper | |
| Grab my bandana | |
| I' m from the south where we call it blacklanta | |
| I stunt on my haters, I ball on you fucks | |
| Draped out in gold, like I' m King Tut | |
| Big Cuban link, like I got Midas touch | |
| I roll it, I roll it, I smoke it, I smoke it | |
| I' m drinking this lean till a young nigga throw up | |
| Ca h out, my nigga, you know I fuck with you | |
| Got bottles of liquor, come pour you some more up | |
| Giuseppe my footprints, I got the blueprint | |
| To make dollars it took sense, broke niggas a nuisance | |
| Hook |
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