Don't Hate

(album: Young B!tch - 2014)

I'm that bitch, that bitch, that bitch
That bitch, that bitch, that bitch, don't hate, don't hate

Bomb, that bomb
Yeah, I'm always smoking that bomb
Getting money, real long
I'm always getting chased by King Kong
I'm that bitch he on
He liking on me, he wanna wife me
I'm hella icy, we hella saucy
We hella bossy, what it cost me?
Please, who's looking at tags these days?
I heard you went broke, you a charity case
What you're laying next to can't compare to this face
Can't walk in my shoes, can't stand in my space
Bitch, I'm a one of one, you a dime a dozen
Don't call me if it ain't about the money
I'ma get it if I motherfucking want it
Pull the credit card out, tell 'em run it

I'm that bitch, that bitch, that bitch
That bitch, that bitch, that bitch, don't hate, don't hate
I'm that bitch, that bitch, that bitch
That bitch, that bitch, that bitch, don't hate, don't hate

Styling, profiling
Everybody in the clique be wilding
Umbrellas in my drink on an island
All you beat up hoes, throw the towel in
Money just piling
Hella shows across the country
Slim waist but always hungry
Is that why you say you want me?
'Cause I'm getting that cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
Tell me put it in his face, face, face, face, face
He be, he be going cray, cray, cray, cray, cray
Yeah, we do this every day, day, day, day, day
Tell 'em run it

I'm that bitch, that bitch, that bitch
That bitch, that bitch, that bitch, don't hate, don't hate
I'm that bitch, that bitch, that bitch
That bitch, that bitch, that bitch, don't hate, don't hate

Chanel slippers, male strippers
I don't fuck with it, I like thug shit
He get rough with me, I get rough back
I got him stuck to my walls like a thumbtack
Done tacked, in my car
Windows up, my pockets fat
I ain't gotta prove I can rap
I'm that bitch that he asking 'bout, yup
Lil D
Love from the nerds and the triple OGs
Need about a OZ, rolling with the whole team
Red cup full of heem, I'm your man's wet dream
That cream, that money
I'ma get it if I motherfucking want it
I admit it, I'm addicted to the stunting
Pull the credit card out, tell 'em run it

I'm that bitch, that bitch, that bitch
That bitch, that bitch, that bitch, don't hate, don't hate
I'm that bitch, that bitch, that bitch
That bitch, that bitch, that bitch, don't hate, don't hate