Letra de Haters

Going 'round and 'round Sex, money, murder Everyone, sex, money, murder And it happens again and again Bro, just chill out, you got what you had to Fucking asking me how I am Yeah, cool, fam Man, I've been going through it Been keeping it too real Man, I've been going through it I don't wanna talk about it I don't wanna get into it Party going stupid soon as I step into it Ask about me, they tell you I'm one of the best to do it And I know they don't like me but they gotta respect the music Got suttin' in the glove compartment and I won't pet to use it She told me her favourite song, now we just sexing to it Got the bass bumping Turn it up loud, neighbours ain't saying nuttin' Everyday's my birthday, everyday manna cake cutting New chain, dripping in water, got the place flooded Bruce Wayne, top of the building, man I see them coming She's got the big back, look at the jeans busting Picked her up in a Wraith, just look at the babe blushing Said I'll be here at 7 o' clock, well now it's 8 suttin' Gotta get more organised, cah fam, I hate rushing