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letra de holla - scales

[intro: it’s the nation. lights out n-ggas. let’s make it.]

[chorus]
tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, all about a dollar
money i get a lot of, so i stay in my prada, my main b-tch love escada, you got that, nada

[verse 1]
new sh-t a n-gga smoking got me choking every time i’m toking
so potent, feels like i’m floating on the atlantic ocean
i’m coasting, so fresh to death i should just be a ghost than
you on my level? hahahahaha who you n-ggas joking

bad hoes i’m poking, no face book n-ggas i ain’t boasting
and i ain’t in to cooking, but i keep my reefer roasting
hoes open, i’m so wavy your boy be floating
taught b-tches how to give head, hubby should thank a n-gga for that couching

i’m stunting all the time, i swear to god these b-tches love it
just trying to buy my wardrobe you lil n-ggas go over budget
getting money nation, if not getting money republic
gmn we ain’t them, make it rain hoes get a bucket

last time club eleven, rain so much sh-t got flooded
you don’t like me, i don’t like you either, you ain’t gone pop off than lil n-gga f-ck it
say money talks right, you ain’t got bread then no discussion
hater n-ggas starting to get me sick i swear to god i feel disgusted
[chorus]
tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, all about a dollar
money i get a lot of, so i stay in my prada, my main b-tch love escada, you got that, nada

tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, all about a dollar
money i get a lot of, so i stay in my prada, my main b-tch love escada, you got that, nada

verse 2
hating ass n-ggas better get with me, hater n-ggas never did sh-t to me
mad cause i’m trying to make history, listen lil n-gga this is victory
if i ain’t at where the paper at, guess i be where the b-tches be
everybody spitting crack nowadays but ya spitting grams i spit a key

flow r-t-rded i’m going dum, n-gga like me trying to get rich
you don’t like me, that’s cool, like i’m supposed to give a sh-t
well, when i’m busting nuts, only time i ever really give a f-ck
n-gga like me get his paper up, count so much dough i get paper cuts

met a b-tch said she don’t give head, told her closed mouths don’t get fed
k!lling these rappers ya n-ggas dead, ya could eat, long as i get fed
stop hustling d-mn there a year ago, but a n-gga still scared of them d-mn feds
cause i put so much work out these streets, think them n-ggas still want my head

what up, yo-yo, bean town, they know though
stunting all in the face, nah, we ain’t on the low though
shorty said i’m feeling my self, i told her she right, that’s no lie
cause how you gone be down to earth, whenever you getting this fly
[chorus]
tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, all about a dollar
money i get a lot of, so i stay in my prada, my main b-tch love escada, you got that, nada

tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, tell a hater holla, all about a dollar
money i get a lot of, so i stay in my prada, my main b-tch love escada, you got that, nada

[outro]
you ain’t got nothing of that n-gga, yeah
haters holla
we up n-ggas
it’s the nation
ugh

- scales

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