Big K.R.I.T., Smoke DZA, Girl Talk - Revenge of the Cool lyrics

And I'm all up in your shit nowadays
That's what them haters get uh
Yeah, yeah

When you puttin' up with them lows
Them haters all at your door
Talkin', "Where you been
Bro? Why you don't come 'round no more?"
Shit, 'cause money on my mind, if I go broke
Then I'm fucked
If the world was four flat tires
Y'all niggas'd leave me stuck
And the main one claiming money ain't
A thing owe me bucks
Always talking 'bout he pimpin' when
His old lady tryna fuck i got news for you
I ain't the one for hoopin' and hollerin'
You ain't extendin' my commas
We ain't got nothin' in common
I'm sayin', you seen 'em in the club
First to grab on the bottle
Ain't dropped a dimе in the VIP
Going live with this shit always lyin'
Talkin' down like thеy supply for the clique
But everybody looking 'round like
"Who the fuck them niggas is?"
"Who the fuck let them niggas in?" 'Cause we
Some players and we know the difference
I'm never lettin' up on these lames
Keep 'em in they feelings
'Cause while they scopin' on my
Wallet and droolin' over hookah
Man, I was plottin' up a million
Some shit they can't be doing

Man, I was all off in your crib
Eatin' out your fridge
Feet up on your couch
Fuckin' with your bitch
That's what you haters get
That's what you haters get
Man, I was sippin' on your drank
Smokin' on your shit
Pressin' on your buttons, ridin' in your whip
That's what you haters get
That's what you haters get
That's what you haters get

She for the city though (For the city)
While your silly ass was puttin'
On your shitty show
She was all up in my videos (Uh)
She came to Death Row faded off the petrol
Kind of hard to wrestle her off
She mastered Greco
Neck stroke is the death stroke
Cartier specs like I'm Esco'
Keep shittin' on them no matter
The amount of pep though
All about the Creflo (Dollars)
Let's go take a look at the escrow
Bets go down might triple up next go 'round
I hit them packs if them checks slow down
Slow down, DZA, you're killin' 'em
Yet profound
Can't slip, you gotta check those clowns
I'm like, "What a disgrace"
I put 'em all in they place like Section 8
(Uh)
The hate be hereditary, a family trait (Uh)
Revenge of the cool guys
I done ran up the rate
Park you, nigga, cancel your fate

Man, I was all off in your crib
Eatin' out your fridge
Feet up on your couch
Fuckin' with your bitch
That's what you haters get
That's what you haters get
Man, I was sippin' on your drank
Smokin' on your shit
Pressin' on your buttons, ridin' in your whip
That's what you haters get
That's what you haters get
That's what you haters get