Big Up! To all my haters all my haters all my haters!. [Tony Yayo]. (Unh yeah) F*ck state greens I'm tryna (tryin' to) kick b*tch. Quarter key I ball a key Blake Grif.. Jet ski black sand bad b*tch my passport need pages for the next trip. Fall asleep we got the cars that your a** dream of. Kush loud pack let your b*tch blow some steam off.. I keep the Ruger under the Rugby. These h*es hear the rumors and they love me love me. Fast cars loose women the high life. We bust bottles smoke weed all night. Ern Mast cost as much as the 'Gators so.... (Roscoe Dash) Big Up! To all my haters!. [50 Cent: Chorus x2]. All we do is cuttin' with the paper p-paper. Big ballin' make a hater wanna hate us h-hate us. Can't take it when they see the money makers. We make a. Whole lot of money who who whole lot of money.. [Shawty Lo]. Shawty Lo I hear you hate us. All the small talk a little later. Yeah they know me and Yayo. In the Ny plenty Yayos. B*tch betta have my money. Water came in now I'm faded as a diamond. Got them b*tches as New Jack City. Count' on my knee  money and I ain't magic city. B*tch I'm Shawty born home Charlotte. West Side's on one bank head Shawty. B*tch I'm wit' it brought home ticket. And I got the whole chi chi chi chi chi you ain't wit me wit me!. [50 Cent: Chorus x2]. All we do is cuttin' with the paper p-paper. Big ballin' make a hater wanna hate us h-hate us. Can't take it when they see the money makers. We make a. Whole lot of money who who whole lot of money.. [Kidd Kidd]. Attracted to the money like bees on honey. My swag on dummy cash on runny. (And) I'm way more than what you asked for honey. Pockets on collection plate from the last four Sundys (Sundays). I'm ill hold the pills my skills so forreal. Watch this candy rain fall I'm on the real 'No Hands' forreal. I'm on a whole 'nother plateau. 'Lean Back' Fat Joe. I ain't got time to be concerned with you a**hole. Status all wavy  I'm on to y'all hatin'. I'm so far ahead I'm sittin' down waitin'. I feel your frustration for my very last statement. Umm Big Up! To all my haters!. [50 Cent: Chorus x2]. All we do is cuttin' with the paper p-paper. Big ballin' make a hater wanna hate us h-hate us. Can't take it when they see the money makers. We make a. Whole lot of money who who whole lot of money.