Texty: Glasses Malone. Beach Cruiser. Haterz.

(feat. Lil Wayne & Birdman)

[Glasses Malone:] Yea Yea
[Lil Wayne:] Yessir
[Glasses Malone:] Bad ass blue division, baby
[Lil Wayne:] Suwu
[Glasses Malone:] So crazy around here right now nigga
[Lil Wayne:] Eastside
[Glasses Malone:] It's like Kobe and Shaq
[Lil Wayne:] Ya digg
[Glasses Malone:] G and Weezy bitch
Who banging the squad Cash Money the team
Young Money All-Stars muthafuckas
[Lil Wayne:] Young Muullaa Babbyy
[Glasses Malone:] Pay attention nigga (yea)

[Chorus:]
I'm in the club goin' dumb something clean out front like uhhh
You kno them haterz gonna like that
Lookin so damn fly sending corks through the sky like ahhh
You kno them haterz gonna like that
Spend a hundred on my timepiece so if u ain't a dimepiece wowww
You kno them haterz gonna like that
Shit that jus how it goes when a nigga gettin dope like ohhh
You kno them haterz gonna like that

[Hook:]
I hear you talkin hater but you ain't sayin nothin
I hear you talkin hater but you ain't sayin nothin
I hear you talkin hater but you ain't sayin nothin
Man I let them keep talkin as long as muthafuckin walkin

[Verse 1:]
I'm a grown ass man you want to see I.d.
Filthy rich on the floor fuck v.I.p.
Got my hand on my drink other hand on my waist
Two-steppin to the beat I chuck my set in niggas face, like ohh
This beat got me bouncin like a check
In my Crown Holder jeans cost a stack on my specs
I'm lookin like money if I see it than I'm stackin it
Your wife in my scope and my shot is so accurate
You niggas like activist appealin to the sikey
Man Malone will get it kirkin I Just Do It like Nike
Seein really with the fightin
And I'm really with the business
I'm married to the game man God as my Witness

[Chorus:]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Weezy F naturally born baby
Prp's, SB's, matchin shirt, maybe
White-T v neck glasses are Versace
Married to the Mob but I'm a bachelor baby
Love is in the air I put on a gas mask
I rather be head first than an ass last
I'm a gorilla call me Sasquach
And I keep my army with me like M.A.S.H.
Light up the purp pass it like Steve Nash
Bitch I'm so hot I'll give yo ass a heat rash
Young Money boy I'm on 03' cash
Such a CEO like my homie D-Dash
Yea... we mash like Pac and the Outlaws
And we stand-up and try not to down-fall
I'm tryin to reach my goal like a round-ball
Freddy Adu anything for the crown ya'll
Or David Beckham only pay'em or respect'em
Pop one, pop two, bitch I'm on a triple decker
Icicle on my necklace on my cashmere sweater
Keep a shotgun I'm a Hunter like Heather
Yessir shut up and listen to the professor
Or it could get ugly like Esther
Whether in the South or that West Coast weather
I'm poppin, Malone and Stockton

[Chorus]

[Hook 2:]
If you got a fly ride put your keys in the sky scream aaaa
You kno them haterz gonna like that
If you feelin like a star spend a thousand at the bar scream ooo
You kno them haterz gonna like that
If it's hundreds in your pursue ass hikin up your shirt scream aaa
You kno them haterz gonna like that
If your girl is a duck and your hair is whipped up
Scream ooo
You kno them haterz gonna like that

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Dropped a hundred on the watch couple hundred on the chain
Whip our front cost half of whole thang
Drop [? ] with the automatic doors
Fifty on my pinky twenty five on my hoes
Stunner man been ballin since the 80's
Bought fifty whips bought one for my lady
Bet your bottom dollar jewels ain't flaws
Cash Money ball to you fall

[Chorus]

[Birdman:] CMB nigga...