Hi to the hatas (hi to the hatas)
I'll see you lata (I'll see you lata)
Please don't step on da gatas (step on da gatas)
Do me a fava
(Please keep hatin on me)

Ok now 5 4 3, 3 2 1
We we got plenty
Ya'll ya'll got none
Say you say you lookin for somebody hotter than the sun
Grindin grindin like me, you know shawty I'm the one
I, I owe you, naw you owe me
Ya'll pop champaigne, let's pop three
Tryin ta get my bills up like Chauncy
So girl you know, I, I'm not free

No one ever thought up in the street that I can hold it down
Talkin' that shit, while I bringin' dat heat, and now I own the crown
Even with all this weight on me, it couldn't bring me down
But only they keep hatin' on me

So I can wave
Hi to the hatas (hi to the hatas)
I'll see you lata (I'll see you lata)
Please don't step on da gatas (step on da gatas)
Do me a fava
(Please keep hatin on me)

5 4 3, 3 2 1
We we takin over
Fee fi fo fum
You know I know I got the speakers bangin bangin out da trunk
The strength that I been drinkin got me feelin kinda shhhh (Uhh)
I'm tipsy, (uhh) ya'll missed me and it ain't cuz I been around the world like Disney
Really, straight from the illy, ain't no body stop me now (now now now)

No one ever thought up in the street that I can hold it down
Talkin' that shit, while I bringin' dat heat, and now I own the crown
[ Jeremih Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
Even with all this weight on me, it couldn't bring me down
But knowin' they keep hatin' on me

So I can wave
Hi to the hatas (hi to the hatas)
I'll see you lata (I'll see you lata)
Please dont step on da gatas (step on da gatas)
Do me a fava
Please keep hatin on me

Hey there baby girl thats jockin' me
Your bass in my trunk thats knockin me
Anywhere you go they watchin me
Cuz I fly as a bird they flockin me
You got, no property, and I got, monopoly
And I can stack it up, she can back it up, and no body in the streets is stoppin me
See the shoes on the whip or the chrome on the lip they (HEYYY!)

Or maybe it's the glare from the lice on the kit or the ice on the wrist they (STARE!)
Shit listen I ain't get the manager but I don't see why they (HEYY!)
Can you see why they (heyy), I ain't gon' lie they make you wanna run an tell somebody.

No one ever thought up in the street that I can hold it down
Talkin that shit, while I bringin dat heat, and now I own the crown
Even with all this weight on me, it couldn't bring me down
But only they keep hatin on me

So I can wave

Hi to the hatas (hi to the hatas)
I'll see you lata (I'll see you lata)
Please don't step on da gatas (step on da gatas)
Do me a fava

(On me) x7