Moneybagg Yo – SUM TO HATE ON Lyrics

Moneybagg Yo – SUM TO HATE ON Lyrics
SUM TO HATE ON
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    "SUM TO HATE ON." - Moneybagg Yo

    Album: SPEAK NOW OR...
    Track No: 01
    Aye, Breeze
    What's up, Speak
    Well, I need you to find me a beat, give me some shit I can just go straight in on
    No hook, pop my shit, they got me fucked up out here
    Yeah, this is the one
    They actin' like you ain't one of the GOATS in this shit, ****
    It's time to pop your shit, Speak
    Let's go
    Run it from the top
    Okay, bet, let's do it, man, go!
    Keep givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Yeah, I like that, I like that)
    I'm poppin' it major
    Yeah, givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Get in there, get in there)
    I'm fuckin' they baby momma
    Givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Put that shit on)
    I'm drippin' that flavor
    I keep givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (How?)
    Pull up, Cyber Maybach (Skrrt)
    I keep givin' these folks somethin' to hate on
    They like, "Bagg, this the shit we were waitin' on"
    Just got a truckload in, now they gone
    Give me a week, I bet it don't take long (Phewm)
    For no ****, I bet' not wait on (Never)
    Keep stackin' it up, get your pape long (Tall)
    If twelve get behind me, I skate on (Skrrt)
    High speed chase like I'm Dayon (Bro, Dayon, just pull over)
    I'm with a rapper bitch right now, she told me some **** be hatin' on (Pussy)
    A money gettin' ass **** like me, I done drew down on **** like crayons (Say it to me)
    SRT, when I crank this Jeep, this ain't no Cherokee (Vroom)
    I just knocked his main lil' bitch, she told me everythin' (Hey)
    Soon that ho get off, my pregnant bitch gon' cherish me (On God)
    I told a **** he can have my ho before I share my lean (Here)
    Right now, I get two for a show just to walk in the spot, that's a hunnid a host (I step)
    Givin' these folks somethin' to hate on daily, I gotta pop it some mo'
    Keep goin', keep goin'
    Talkin' that shit, I'ma send me a blitz, I'ma do you like Sosa did Tony (Go)
    I ask that bitch if that pussy for me, she said, "Yes, you and you only" (Muah)
    I got a project bitch, she bowed leg (Thick)
    She kept the shit real, got a Rolex (Wrist)
    She on her period, code red
    Fuck it, just give me some mo' head
    I drunk it all, I need mo' meds
    You really goin' off what a ho said? (Huh?)
    That lil' shit you got, I'ma blow that (It's nothin')
    I'm on the way, I'm reloaded (That mode)
    Better do it if you catch me loafin' (For real)
    You only get one shot, Bodie (Barely)
    Thick bitch with me, Cambodian (Woo)
    Slime with me, Nickelodeon (Slatt)
    Fuck the hook, keep goin'
    I'm still shittin' on these lil' ass **** (Talk yo' shit)
    I just might boo boo (Ugh)
    I just might piss on these lil' ass **** (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
    I might pull up, 'Rarri truck (Turn up on 'em, Speak)
    Fuck, ****, I already did the Brabus truck (Eight more bars)
    Hey, fuck ****
    Find you some' safe, do ****, then play with a king
    Money, cars, bitches and bling
    V 'Lac with the black wing
    Ratatatat, choppers and things
    Bad bitch text my phone right now
    She like, "Why did you leave me?" (Stop whinin')
    More money, more opps, more guns right now (What?)
    I go to war with the region (Whoever)
    You think 'cause you know me, I'ma let you ho me (Ha)
    Boy, you just don't know who you hit (On God)
    Cut through with choppers, knockin' like Jehovah
    The difference, ain't nobody witness (Nathanael)
    "What's your relationship with Yo Gotti," that really ain't nobody business (Yeah, ****)
    You really chose him over the mob, I did this shit for the city
    Keep givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Yeah, go)
    I'm poppin' it major
    Yeah, givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Get in there, get in there)
    I'm fuckin' they baby momma
    Givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Put that shit on)
    I'm drippin' that flavor
    I keep givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (How?)
    Pull up, Cyber Maybach (We gone)

    Writer(s): Demario Dewayne White, Jr., Matthew Taylor, Steven Castillo, Paul Penso & Ivan Tagle.

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