Bye! Bye! Hater!-Tela

Bye! Bye! Hater! (Millenium Mix) - Tela [Tela] Let's keep it quiet, I'm gon' shine, I'm in the body wide I'm comin down the street, I'm in twenty inch tires I'm leaned up, I'm screened up I'm bout to clean up the South, ain't sh*t happen to young Tela I'ma sit right here, and I'ma get my sh*t clear I'ma sit right here, and I'ma finish my beer Now I'ma go on and make the block cause I'm just on hard I'ma go ahead and stop mayne, f**k the laws Now I'ma go ahead and bounce because them hoes do be trippin I'ma head to the house and I'ma keep my sh*t pimpin I'm the realest Down South, I'm on a cut-up mission For some red, bowlegs, no braids, no extensions I'ma get by this b**ch and I'ma call this b**ch This Nextel drop calls, so I'ma hop on the Sprint They say, "Who that ni**a there? He lookin all in my sh*t Lookin all through my tint like he wanna come and b**ch boi" [Chorus: x2] Bye bye haters, I gets papers Y'all muh'f**kers can hate me later Ha hoes, I gets O's I comes through the damn club so throwed [Tela] There go two things in life that I don't wanna see Me not believin in Christ; my kids die befo' me And I promise you this - if the sh*t is sweet Or if the sh*t gets deep, from the valley to the beat They say I went pop, and I lost my streets The only thing that is pop, is me with this heat And I pop wine bottles and pop fine models And pop off sparks from the shells that's hollow I like nice parties, I got the new Bugotti It's gutted out white with the candy-apple body Haters can't see me, cause haters don't like me We two different players: I'm gator, you Nike Accept that player, can't help that player I don't care if you just sit there player Ni**a youse a lame you ain't even in the game Youse a b**ch in the stands, stickin on a man [Chorus] [Tela] Hey yo, understand me I'm at yo' door with yo' keys Tearin up yo' sh*t on the flo' where she bleeds I'm diggin through your couch cause I'm lookin for the cheese Ni**a this the South, there's some sh*t off in the breeze I tell a b**ch quick, aiy you're f**kin or leave And I don't give sh*t, but I gots to receive I lays it flat like this, I got mouths to feed I'm the captain of the team, so I'm to the extreme Hmm, so hold it in if you're feelin calicay Or feel the breeze from the wind from the holes in your Escalade I sho' hate it, you're outdated Expirated, deleted, for f**kin with the greatest I know you're feelin calicocky and swoll (oh) But don't get yourself rowdy and cold (oh) Oh young ni**a gonna call me like Gonna find his a**, split to f**k with the pipes Keep playin aight? [Chorus x4] [Tela] Uhh, so throwed Uhh, so throwed Bye bye hater.. y'know?