Letra de Hi Haters - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(A-a-ayy, that's probably Tago)

(Goddamn, BJ made another one)

To all the haters—

Yeah, ooh, ooh-ooh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

And now I speak, gotta put my daughter to sleep

And just like Pete, I named my son after a G (They know)

Ain't been respondin' to these niggas, I'm way more rich, I know they see (They see)

On my wife, I'm spendin' millions, I put some diamonds on my wrist (Yeah-yeah)

I done made it out the cage (I done made it out the cage)

Salt me down, but I'm so up, I don't give one fuck

God, I say, "Thank you"

Hit your artist wit' them Ks (Hit your artist wit' them Ks)

I don't bother you, you pick on me

Just wait to see, bitch, I'm gon' spank you (Bah, bah)

Ten mill' in real estate, to the rich that's embarrassment, but I'm big on it

Been on it, I get that money and I sit on it (Sit on it)

Nails got some paint up on 'em, but play, know I'll kill yo' big homie

I got this Givenchy-branded chain, I'll fit three times your rent on it

Tell my mama, "Send a hundred, I'ma send it back" (I'ma send it back)

Throw a brick and hide ya hand, bitch, you know I'ma get you whacked (I'ma get you whacked)

Tell Charleston White, "I'm a gangster who been misled wrong"

I just been leadin' wrong, but if you ever need me, I'll send a bag (I'll send a bag)

To all the haters, I say, "Hey"

I made it through another day

I'm blessed, so how can I complain?

It ain't one thing that they can say

I thank You, Lord, that I'm saved (Saved)

Look, all this money I done made

They won't let me out the cage

Some hitters missed me with them Ks (Some niggas missed me with them Ks)

Know I put shit up behind Lil Dave (Yeah)

But, bae, I changed, I was feelin' played (Yeah)

Should've shot the bitch up in his face (Yeah)

Wanna say, "Stop violence," but, it don't add up to my name

Known to bring pain, I bust his brain

Like, "Boy, you disrespect gang" (You know)

I'ma duck, continue wit' that ignorant shit 'cause I'm a wealthy man (Move on)

Try and pray five times a day, name another Christian do the same (Amen)

And I gotta thank the Lord for my kids (My kids)

Harper got smart on that big

Nigga tryna cap me 'cross my wig behind this boy that we digged

Hope you don't think you comin' in here puttin' me up, it won't be it (Uh-uh)

Come test your luck, I wan' see it

Drop you next, turn to a spirit

I'm like, "Mama, these niggas don't want no problems (Don't want my problems, nah), but these women wanna sex away my problems" (Hey, wanna sex away my problems)

Free money, might as well give away to my partners (All of my brothers, nigga)

They be hatin' and I'm like, "Oh, it ain't my problem" (Ma', I got problems)

To all the haters, I say, "Hey"

I made it through another day (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I'm blessed, so how can I complain? (I can't complain)

It ain't one thing that they can say (It ain't a thing they can say)

I thank You, Lord, that I'm saved (Ooh, ooh)

Look, all this money I done made

They won't let me out the cage

Some hitters missed me wit' them K's (Ah, ah)

Know I put shit up behind Lil Dave (Yeah, yeah)

But, bae, I changed, I was feelin' played

Should've shot the bitch up in his face (Yeah)

I'm workin' hard through all my problems, hustlin' on my own (Own)

And I be up late when they sleep, no excuses at all

I'm the man inside my home (My home)

I'm caught up providin' (I'm caught up providin')

But all my niggas been slidin', woah (But all my niggas been slidin')

We gotta stay violent through this shit

Don't like violence, not one bit

Might just come home and call my mama (Call my mama)

Pain keep me rollin', I stay strong (I'm strong, yeah)

I'm winnin' on these bitches, I say, "Amen" (Amen)

My shades, they Balenci', they ain't Ray-Bans

Dada try hard not to open a can on these fools

These niggas be fans, run up my bands on them dudes (I run up my bands)

Bought extra land, and it got the same view as my house, way too cool (Too cool)

Gotta keep that stick inside my pants, like Baboon (Know I gotta keep that stick)

They know I'm not friendly, not one bit, and I hate all of you (I'm too rich)

Watch my nails (Yeah)

Tell the boys and girls, I'm Top, I'm up, go to Hell (Go to Hell)

You ain't hatin' on me, I hope you conquer and prevail (Prevail)

They want beef, got 'em waitin' on me, 'cause I know they'll probably'll call 12 (Brrt)

Can't be lookin' up to niggas don't even look up to theyself

Don't set yourself up for to fail (Slime)

Haha

To all the people that be talkin' down on me, nigga, ha

It's all good, all good, I'm ballin'

Ya heard me?

Yeah, you ain't takin' it away from us now, at all

Everybody livin' good

Shit, if you ain't livin' good, I know I gave it to you

That's on ya body, ya heard me?

You ain't gotta like me, believe that

I'm kickin' it wit' XO in here, I'm too XO in here

I'm stayin' groovy on these hoes, nigga, believe that

It's slime, Top

To all the haters, I say, "Hey"

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