Simplee Kev - I'm Hating Lyrics

Okay, Okay, I get it, I get it
You got this, You got that
I mean, ya whip costs this much
Ya chick comes from over there
And you got the iciest ice in the world
Like, you got all this stuff and your proud
And rightfully so but
I'm just saying like, like
I mean...like...I just gotta
It's like...I'm just saying like

Aiight, here I go yo, I gotta confess
A lot of things I been meaning to get out of my chest
Like, okay man, I got it you blessed
You drive a Lex, and every time you come up out it you fresh
But I don't care and I don't want to hear
How you pop champagne, I'm over here chugging beer
And it's not even the good kind
That bargain bin, the bottom shelf
The cheapest that I could find
At the strip club with broke tears on the table
And some cans that I snuck in that just say beer on the label
He in the V I popping Ace of Spades, getting laid for days
And I gotta hit the damn stall to give myself a hand job

So I don't care and I don't want to hear about the shit he got
Oh, he's rich. So, he's rich. I don't give a f*ck I'm not

He just bought himself a Benz and his baby mom a Range
I don't give a f*ck I'm hating
He dropped a hundred points last night in the game
So the f*ck what I'm hating
He got a big ass chain that say big ass chain
Man, I don't give a f*ck I'm hating
He go back and forth to Spain on a big ass plane
So the f*ck what I'm hating

They like "Kev, why you hating?"
Shit, take a guess why
They flying jets high and I can't get a job at Best Buy
Plus he walk into the dealership and just buy
Cars I can't pronounce or even afford to test drive
"Kev, where the dubs at"
I'm cruising through on hubcaps,
Missing lug nuts, screaming ladies where the love at
Let's get some grub and later I can touch and rub that
"This a TLC reunion son you trying to bring scrubs back
Try the lotto, might do better on a ticket"
Then she kicked that old En Vogue
"'Cause you ain't never gonna get it"
Huh, my money shorter than the pecker on a midget
And her man got cake that change the weather when he trick it

So I don't care and I don't want to hear about the shit he got
Oh, he's rich. So, he's rich. I don't give a f*ck I'm not

Ooh, he light skin and girls cream when he sing
I don't give a f*ck I'm hating
Ooh, his hair curly and his eyes is light green
So the f*ck what I'm hating
When you come into my crib it's like a multilevel maze
Man, I don't give a f*ck I'm hating
He got a walk-in closet with a hundred pair of Jays
So the f*ck what I'm hating

Now you see why the f*ck I'm mad
Ain't no stacks in my duffle bag
Only seen weight in a muscle mag
I want to spring break at Russell's pad
But my bling fake and I bring dates in a rusty cab
So yeah I'm pissed off, I hate you, I want cake too
I want the rims spinning
Girls grinning when I skate through
I want my wife to stay if I ain't faithful
Get blazed and pay for stripper ass by the face full
Don't get me wrong
This ain't just about sex and
I ain't saying to go out and rob the next man but
Consider this
Next time you want to gloat nigga
Be considerate for the feelings of a broke nigga

So I don't care and I don't want to hear about the shit he got
Oh, he's rich. So, he's rich. I don't give a f*ck I'm not

I got blades on the Escalade looks like I'm skating
I don't give a f*ck I'm hating
I got Pillsbury dough boy, telling you I'm caking
So the f*ck what I'm hating
Just to look at his watch they say you gotta wear shades
Man, I don't give a f*ck I'm hating
I'm the connect for that x, wet, and purple haze
So the f*ck what I'm hating

So, the moral of the story is
I gotta go get my own
It's like, yeah I'm hating or whatever but
But, but really I'm inspired
I'm motivated
Wait, wait, I'm Moti-hated
Yeah, I'm Moti-hated
It's like I'm hating but I'm motivated at the same time
Get it
So, yeah
So, now I gotta go get it