Don’t Hate Me - Intellectual

[Hook: Berner]

Don't hate me

Nah, baby girl I'm good, I told her like

Don't hate me

Cause I'm grippin' on this wood when I'm ridin', girl

Don't hate me

I'm too cold, got a neck full of gold, baby

Don't hate me

Thirty fucking rounds in my drum, bitch

[Verse 1: Berner]

Brand new Rolly with the pearl face

I put a flat screen in your girl's place

Kiss your girlfriend, how my dick taste

I'm rich, I get the powder out of Stin-ate

My bitch dropped twenty in the bank and told me

Get the new Porsche truck, daddy you're a king

I party overseas and wake up in the states

With a smile on my face, a few hundred in the safe

I'm a shoe box boy, I touch money galore

I like the coke brick pure, I let the KK cure

In my two door speeding like the cops ain't out

In the drought I run shit, boy, I can't run out

Two bitches on my nuts, like which one should I fuck

More weed, more money to touch

I'm living life in a rush, baby girl

Please just

[Hook: Berner]

Don't hate me

Nah, baby girl I'm good, I told her like

Don't hate me

Cause I'm grippin' on this wood when I'm ridin', girl

Don't hate me

I'm too cold, got a neck full of gold, baby

Don't hate me

Thirty fucking rounds in my drum, bitch

[Verse 2: Berner]

Brand new house, where your crib at

I took the rap money and I flipped that

I took the dope money and I flipped that

You got your chain took, now you're begging for your shit back

25 to life, such a long stay

25K, what a long day

Like I ain't from the Bay no more

'Cause I'm on tour and we don't get to hang no more

I put on from the city that I'm from

And every October I'm rich from the sun

And every two months I pull a few hun

From the indoor spots that I run, boy, I'm on

Uh, three cars in a four car drive way

I do 150 when I'm on that highway

Bad bitches in my face

Like which one's gonna hate, damn

[Hook: Berner]

Don't hate me

Nah, baby girl I'm good, I told her like

Don't hate me

Cause I'm grippin' on this wood when I'm ridin', girl

Don't hate me

I'm too cold, got a neck full of gold, baby

Don't hate me

Thirty fucking rounds in my drum, bitch

[Outro: Berner]

Everywhere I go

They got something crazy to say and I don't know

Can I get this, I want it for the low

The look on her face when I tell her no