All of the haters sipin on that haterade
Can go ahead and catch me side whipin steady drifting
Paper stacked so high be havin them wishin that they got it the way that i got it
But they straight dissin and i aint missin
Im so fly im so fly oh my god til i die thats how i ride
Whos by my side til the end of the night
And we still super fly like jimmy snuka of the top ropes and i got you in a choke hold
And i aint never lettin go til i get my dough oh no where you at though