Why You Hatin’ Lil Uzi Vert

[Intro]
Count it, yeah
Girl, count it
Count it, yeah
Girl, count it

[Verse 1]
Man, these girls they'll sting you like a Bumblebee (What?)
Yeah, mention me, turn your ass to history (Bye, bye)
I fucked your girlfriend's homie, like mistakenly
Yeah, um, identity, yeah, she a ten to me (Lil Uzi, oh well)
Call her phone, she hittin' on me (Oh well)
Now she envy me, yeah, now she envy me (Oh well)
Count a hunnid beans, ooh, chopper, yeah, with the beam (Pah, pah)
In the Philippines (What?)
Yeah, get a Sprite, with the Grenadine (Turn it red)
Yeah, diamonds water, shinin', Listerine (Damn)
Yeah, in Chicago, mix the flats with lean (Damn, damn)
Yeah, bitch I'm bussin' like a lemon squeeze

[Chorus]
Now tell me, what you really hatin' for? (Yeah)
Now tell me, what you really hatin' for? (Why?)
Now tell me, what you really hatin' for? (Tell me, tell me, why?)
Man, we all 'posed to get money, what you hatin' for? (Why you hatin')
Now tell me, what you really hatin' for? (Why you hatin')
Now tell me, what you really hatin' for? (Hatin')
Now tell me, what you really hatin' for? (What?)
Man, we all 'posed to get money, what you hatin' for? (Why you hatin')