Not For Haters Pt. 2 Paul Wall (Ft. C. Stone)

[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters
Players only, if you a hater, then this ain't for you
If you a hater, then this ain't for you
If you a hater, then this ain't for you
But if I wasn't me, then I might be hating too
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters
Players only, not for haters

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
These haters got me trippin, [?] got me trippy
That drank got me leaning, ho, but I ain't trippin
I know them boys be plotting on a jack mission
But I keep that heater on me, never catch me slippin
Wood grain ain't the only thing I'm grippin
When I'm flippin
I got me a shooter, that's my boy Lil Emmit
Call Uncle Kenny
This here for the go getters, not for the haters
Gon' shake like a wet dog
[?] waiting on a call, he'll be on your head like leapfrog
Getting to the money, no days off
On my schedule, everyday's Monday
I pray every day like Sunday
That I won't ever go broke one day
If I wasn't me, I might turn into a hater too someday
Fuck that, work hard, and you can get all this shit too someday
Fuck these hoes, no hump day
Getting to the pay, all work, no play
Hating on a player, not me, no way
Got money to burn, and a check on the way
So fuck what a hater say
That's another language to me, like Japanese
But I don't speak that hating talk, I only speak in Gwopanese
Fluently