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ft. Big T, Lil' Ron[talking]Uh, Lil' Flip, them hatas still madMan look, Big T[Chorus: Big T]Why y'all haters still madI said I don't know why babyCause Screwed Up Click acting badCause Screwed Up Click acting bad[Lil' Flip]You might see me in the benzo, sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on some endoIt's five o'clock so I'ma drop my top, and let down my windowI'm candy paint with DVD's and Playstation 2I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ ScrewBut I'ma hold it down like it's no cigo', make this Screw shit coast to coastI can't be stopped like a locomotive, M-P-C H-P eighty rollingMy paper folding like laundromats, S-P-S black CadillacsE-S-1's cause cataracts, Gucci suit with the hat to matchLike Fat Pat I'm on chrome, my Prime Co. on roamSold out shows at the Astro Dome, y'all ain't know my money longY'all money gone cause we changed the game, and came with tighter flowsI wear expensive clothes got plenty hoes, cause nigga that's all I knowLike shopping sprees and credit cards, two ways and cellularsSmoking blunts and pulling broads, everyday I'm switching carsBut I'm a superstar like Denzel, but I ain't gone win a GrammyI sold a hundred thousand now I see why niggas can't stand me[Chorus]Why y'all haters still madI said I don't know why babyCause Swisha House acting badWhy y'all hating the way y'all doWhy y'all haters still madI said I don't know why babyCause Screwed Up Click acting badCause Screwed Up Click acting bad[Lil' Flip]All these cars I got to flip one, all these rims I got to whip oneAll this wood I got to grip some, Texas boys off the hook huhChain and charm with two my chain, project corner with too much weightSleep day time and work at night, making cash is my lifeSipping Sprite and breaking mics, winning money shaking diceHitting licks and shaking vikes, you want three chickens pay the priceBubble light on foreign wheels, iced out grill'll make me chillPeanut butter in my Seville, buy a pint and pop a sill[Lil' Ron]Buy a pint and I'll pop a sill, and my blaze chop like a south-millY'all hatas mad cause we in a Jag, and that Iceberg got us dressed to killHow you feel cause I'm fired up, pour me up another cupIt's S.U.C. and Swisha House, and them big faces we fold upLil' Ron make you hold up while I take a trip with Lil' FlipBlow'd get you wide up and it'll make your ass run off a cliffKenoe got the track throwed, we making hatas hate us badI'm a Rosewood thug that keeps my pants sagging[Chorus]Why y'all haters still madI said I don't know why babyCause Swisha House acting badWhy y'all hating the way y'all doWhy y'all haters still madI said I don't know why babyCause Screwed Up Click acting badCause Screwed Up Click acting badmore