Hate on You XVXX

Chorus
I'm Getting my Bread Up
I don't wanna hate on you
But If your bank accounts that's low
I ain't gonna fuck with you
So you better rack that up
Better splash it too
I don't wanna hate on you

Verse
I'm Getting my Bread Up
I don't wanna hate on you
But If your bank accounts that's low
I ain't gonna fuck with you
Getting the money
Getting paid by the hour
Calling your man
While testing my power
Created a Thorne
All from a flower
Say that she loyal
I fucked her for hours
Never trust the haters
Never trust the Fakers
Call her up later just to throw all that paper
Got your girl all up in my Duvet
Taking flights back up to LA
Got these Hoes trying to call me
But money talks so Go away
Your acting militant
I rocking camo
Bringing your guns
But your all outta ammo
Say what you want
This ain't no fiasco
Bringing the heat like
Bryson in Rambo
TrapSoul
Rambo
That's a Combo
Hate me
No shit
That's a No go
Real rap
That's me
No hate Zone
This Song
So slick
Make it Rain Hoe