[Talking]   Ben Hated (Guy):   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey   Man, hey   Check thi-, Stop that lil' shawty right there   Stop lil' shawty right there   (Who, that lil' girl over there?)   Yeah, get her, yeah get here fa' me      Guy (Girl):   Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, come here gurl, hey, look here...   (I know you aint talkin to me)   Hey, hey, shut up gurl, (What?!?! SHUT UP?!?!)   Hey, look here, look here, look here   My boy, Ben Hated, he... he wanna holla at you, (WHAT?!?!) my boy...   (Ben Hated?!?! I see why his black ass "been hated",    look what y'all ridin in) What?   Bitch... Muthafuck... Kick rocks, fuck you!   *Takes off, honking horn*   Bitch      [Chorus]   Steppin outta Escalades & Navigators   We makin it so they cant fade us (They cant fade us)   So we got to reach our goals   Pushin platinum sellin gold (sellin gold)      Steppin outta Escalades & Navigators   We makin it so they cant fade us (They cant fade us)   So we got to reach our goals   Pushin platinum sellin gold (If you aint know)      [Ben Hated]   I stand here all night dressed like mo do's   Hustlin up outta four doors   Candy Caprices no mo', Escalades twankin Momo's   Who lookin, boy we is so pro, slow is just how we seem   Yayo weighed up on beams, for geekers that wanna dream   That's how I made my cream   With a down ass hoe, and a down as scheme   And a down as team fulla down ass niggaz that's down for green   I see how y'all watch and wait, hope I decide to navigate late   Dont run up wrong and meet your fate maker   Long as I get your weight maker   They call me Mr. Bossy, molases paint silver glossy   Fuck what it cost me, I'm Mr. Flossy get the hell off me   Ben Hate bout G's, Ben Hate 'bout multiplatinum CD's   Hell, Hate bout grind, Ben Hate bout hustle, Ben Hate bout mine   Steppin out this time, in aligators, glock for them haters   Hollow tips so they cant fade us, big money makers   You see me on the seen so clean, black magic gleam   Draped up in orange & blue (orange & blue), rollin wit' my team      Chorus      [Re-Re]   Hell nah   Hell it aint road, industry execs see me   Guys leave, my flow be so lovely   Comin through like the folks in the back door   See me, be like Puffy gotta get the dough   Gonna let me ride the track   Seein how these folks be makin tha money stack   Matter of fact cant call the cat   Cause they chillin like a bad rat breakin off cheese like a Kit-Kat   Now check that, the man with the Rolex and the diamonds in his hand   Girls in the club wanna holla Cause they think he is the man   But I cant stand them pretty ass bitches and niggaz they gettin up on my nerves   And while they in my face, they actin fake, I'm kickin 'em to the curb   So what it concern, on whether I ball or stand on my own 2 feet   Got you niggaz dislikin me , they cant get like me   I'm jumpin five bitches, over five geeks   Dont make no sense 'til you ask me   Cause I'm on top, make you wanna have me   I'm just smoke a blunt, march 2 steps in front   Cause haters aint never gon find me   Try to put the mean mug on when I come around   Nigga like you wanna give me a pound   But you comin at me like you brainy   Talkin 'bout you just wanna be down   Yeah right, nigga know you cant get wit' Re   So you better just have a seat   I'm on top my game, that's why you know my name   I done hit that fame now what it's gon be      Chorus      Ben Hated:   Wood grippin, Henn sippin   Pistol hold and pistol whippin   All lames that talk 'bout trickin   Dump them thangs and get to dippin   Type of niggaz, that slide all custom trucks   With the dubs, all chrome, grill bars, and them 2-colored cuts   Pros, stand on the block, they nuts   Sick of them thugs and cut-butts   Jump in the 'Lac and shawty get cut   Hop in the 'Gator woe's get stuck, what's up   These bustaz wanna try me, I pull they girl when they alk by me   Leave 'em upset lookin mad, and dog, face lookin sad   I dont sweat these pros man, I lick these pros man   And I bent these pros, Jump in the car with ballers on Vogues   If you got a Benz with them ends you cn freak out her friends   Sent that tramp out to your partnaz lake, night shake the show stoppers   Welcome to my game, I do this thang wit' no shame   And if them folks ask, then tell 'em my name, Mr. Ghetto Fame   I dont say no words just lay it back   Let my girl hold on my strap   I dont trust these lames   I fuckin crush these lames, touch these lames      Chorus