Haters Hass Irv (Ft. Sheck Wes)

[Intro: Hass Irv]
P-P-Plug Studios
Hassy, yeah
Money on the 16th
Aries

[Hook: Hass Irv]
All these niggas hatin' on me (why that hatin' on me?)
All these haters on me
All these haters on me
Why that hatin' on me?
I'm from Harlem, so I shake 'em off me (shake)
Yeah, I shake 'em off me
Yeah, I shake 'em off me
I just shake 'em off me, yeah

[Verse 1: Hass Irv]
Hassy, what's that? That's the trap money
How much for a feat? That's the rap money
Do this in my sleep, call it nap money
Got some enemies, keep the strap money
It's servin' them dyke, bitch, they like, "Where you came from?"
You niggas was nappin', so don't try to play dumb
Back when I ain't have shit, they ain't have a plate for me
She givin' out donuts, I might have to glaze her
That's your bitch, but she is a dancer
She told me that she was a Cancer
She callin' my phone, I don't answer
You know that I ain't with the banter
You mad 'cause you don't got your bands up
I do this 'cause they locked my mans up
Fake niggas'll call you their dear friends
But do I look like I got antlers?
The niggas you trustin' your back with
Is really just made out of plastic
These bitches is made out of plastic
The cash is what I find attractive
The fake niggas keep it a fraction
But I think it's simple subtraction
I count up and split it in half with
The niggas who been have my back, bitch
My hundreds is trappin' as soon as they done in the kitchen
I tell my niggas go get it, go get it
You know that they comin' right back with the digits
I let her spit it the realest, for real, nigga
So if you fake, nigga, you wouldn't get it
I'm from the trenches, I came up from nothing, my nigga
So you know I'm just tryna get it
Struggle, you won't know the feeling
All in her mouth like a filling
Young nigga makin' a killing
Yeah, young nigga makin' a killing
Young nigga, I'm on a mission
Yeah, young nigga, I'm on a mission
I'm on 600, they with me
I'm on 600, they with me