
Where The Haters At? Young Buck (Ft. Hi-C & Starlito)
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[Chorus: Young Buck]
They was glad I was broke (Broke)
Mad 'cause I'm rich (Rich)
So put that nigga out if it's a hater in this bitch (Uh-oh!!) (Where he at?)
We be stuntin' in the club (There he go)
Make 'em start a riot (Where he at?)
Throw my hood up (There he go) then go take it outside
They was glad I was broke (Broke)
Mad 'cause I'm rich (Rich)
So put that nigga out if it's a hater in this bitch (Uh-oh!!) (Where he at?)
We be stuntin' in the club (There he go)
Make 'em start a riot (Where he at?)
Throw my hood up (There he go) then go take it outside
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Why you hate me nigga? Yo baby momma love me
She see me in the club, and runs up and hug me
I show her no love, she keep on comin back
Tellin' me she got yo club, and where yo money at
It must be my 'Lac, that's sittin' on Pirellis
The way I count stacks, that's got these niggas jealous
See I'm hard on a ho, I get down for mine
You need a hand-out bitch, don't waste ya time
If you don't work (you don't work), you don't eat (you don't eat)
We go to jail, go to church, go to sleep
I'm ridin' 'round wit Scrappy in the A wit my heat
Tryna figure out how to get to Peachtree
Come on nigga
They was glad I was broke (Broke)
Mad 'cause I'm rich (Rich)
So put that nigga out if it's a hater in this bitch (Uh-oh!!) (Where he at?)
We be stuntin' in the club (There he go)
Make 'em start a riot (Where he at?)
Throw my hood up (There he go) then go take it outside
They was glad I was broke (Broke)
Mad 'cause I'm rich (Rich)
So put that nigga out if it's a hater in this bitch (Uh-oh!!) (Where he at?)
We be stuntin' in the club (There he go)
Make 'em start a riot (Where he at?)
Throw my hood up (There he go) then go take it outside
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Why you hate me nigga? Yo baby momma love me
She see me in the club, and runs up and hug me
I show her no love, she keep on comin back
Tellin' me she got yo club, and where yo money at
It must be my 'Lac, that's sittin' on Pirellis
The way I count stacks, that's got these niggas jealous
See I'm hard on a ho, I get down for mine
You need a hand-out bitch, don't waste ya time
If you don't work (you don't work), you don't eat (you don't eat)
We go to jail, go to church, go to sleep
I'm ridin' 'round wit Scrappy in the A wit my heat
Tryna figure out how to get to Peachtree
Come on nigga
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