Haterade Lyrics

Gucci Mane

(feat. Nicki Minaj, Pharrell)

[Chorus: Pharrell]
We've evolved from small to the tall and shall not stall, been flyin too long
Ooo whoa oh! Ooo whoa oh!
Ooo whoa oh! Ooo whoa oh, girl...
I be sippin on haterade (yup!)
That deep-down, getcha paid (yup!)
And it taste like lemonade (yup!)
Scrunch your face when you sing it babe (yup!)
I be sippin on haterade (yup!)
That deep-down, getcha paid (yup!)
That flavor's lemonade (yup!)
Scrunch your face when you sing it babe, y'knalmtalkinbout?

[Gucci Mane]
I'm not listenin, I'm not interested
My attention only focused on what I get
And I'm glistenin, they call me Mr. Check
White ice lemonade, red ice she thick
Got a general Phantom, bitch I'm icy and peachy
So I treat it real good like hoes is squeezed
My life, I ain't ever seen a car like that
And she prolly won't see the next shit I get
And a seventeen fresh, and I say, "I guess"
Successful, healthy, I live no stress
So today is the day that the big boys shine
Drop tops everywhere, I wouldn't know how to rock
Got the titties of today showin off tan lines
Cash bendin in my pockets, no it's not, draw lines
Me and Skateboard P in the club on time
No not on time, but it's just in time
It's Gucci!

[Chorus]

[Nicki Minaj]
[Sighs] Uhh, yo, aiyyo
This one goes out to all of my critics
Don't you feel stupid? Look how I did it
Look how it came to pass when I said it
We can do debit, I don't need no credit
Yes I'm epic, look how I rep it
It's been eight years, but I broke the record
Yup, the record - yup, the record - yup, the record
(And just for the record)
Uhh, I'm all that I can be
And I'll admit, I'm appalled when you envy
Because you can do it too, and you can do it too
I just happen to be the girl that they do it too
So I'ma bounce back, and I'ma ball out
And every time you see me, I'ma go all out
And I'ma win till the endin
Don't be mad when you see me transcendin
Guc!

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
I ball hard, I should be in Sports Illustrated
Cooler as a muthafucka in a Porschelemonade coupe
And a Ferrari in your hood, you're intimidated
Mutilated, Maserati Lamborghini decapitated
Fed investigation on what I accumulated
Sayin he ain't real, that I'm not the man that I say I am, like I give a damnmuch
Ride around town pickin up stacks
Some like Louis, some like Gucci
But I love money, yeah I love solution
And my teenage karat ring, baby girl choose
And I ain't really hard to please baby come choose (come choose [echoes])
Lounge around, around the town with the top chopped off
You can call it lost and found 'cause my top stay down
And I ain't seen a muthafucka since I bought this car
I ain't seen a muthafucka since I bought the car
It's Gucci!

[Chorus]

[Pharrell] Gon' lift ya glass, gon' liftya glass
[Gucci] Just think about the future and forget the past
[Pharrell] Everybody just lift ya glass, gon' lift ya glass
[Gucci] If a nigga keep hatin, tell him kiss ya ass
[Pharrell] Just lift ya glass, gon' lift ya glass
[Gucci] Let's think about the future and forget the past
[Pharrell] Everybody just lift ya glass, gon' lift ya glass
[Gucci] That nigga think they goin hard, don't make me laugh - it's Gucci

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