Mo Dollaz - Minimum Hate Lyrics

It's all good
Matter fact it's not
Uh, hey
Life is a bitch I'm fuckin her good, I haven't been celibate
The Porche Cayenne is olive green the inside, cinnamon
My skin is black my chains is gold, it go with my melanin
Dem niggas is wack they selling they soul, just to get a lil dividence
I be preaching bout peace but I'm still in the streets and I know one of these niggas will Try me
Bible on the dash the dash is digital but still, the steal right beside me
Got a little bitty who ain't afraid to get busy, she give mazzy in a Maserati
I got brody he chop up them bricks like he black belt in karate
Niggas say they fly that's cap, they got no tats on they passport
Teterboro style the jet, never seen em in the clear port
Gimmie a reason I'm spazzing
If the gas good I ain't passing
28 grams in the cabin
Got a nigga floating like Aladdin
Aye
I'm from the seven one eight rocking them timberland boots and champion hoodies
I sent a bitch as a bait, he fell asleep in that pussy we came in for the goodies
You know the rules you snooze you lose
I ain't missing no screws, they just a lil loose
She gave me them clues just like blues clues
They study the moves I put em through schools
Promoters be booking for dates, I fuck up the stage young nigga ain't no rookie
Flooded the wrist issa lake, got lil mama skinny dipping all for the shmoney
Yahh

Keep all that hate to a minimum
Keep all that hate to a minimum
Keep all that hate to a minimum
Ima keep it funky I ain't feeling em
Keep all that hate to a minimum
Keep all that hate to a minimum
Keep all that hate to a minimum
Ima keep it funky I ain't feeling em
Keep all that hate to a minimum
Keep all that hate to a minimum
Keep all that hate to a minimum
Ima keep it funky I ain't feeling em

She know that she pretty so
She acting saditty wow
But she know that its litty oh
I'm the king of my city wow
They be jigging the style you know
Lil mama wanna drive the boat
She drink me up like gulp gulp
She drink me up like gulp gulp
Who said money can't buy happiness
I just bought a quarter pound of some cannabis
Scroll down the window when I'm ashing it
Paraphernalia nigga they ain't catching it
Niggas quick to call you bro, but don't even know my momma tho
I told him show me about the ropes instead he tried to hang me by the ropes
He ain't know p's and q's acquainted
Them phone calls and shot calling man that shit get dangerous
I pray at night I make it home man I gotta make it
That 4.5 will click clack boom and leave you brainless
Uhuh
By now I shoulda had a Bentley but I'm still riding around in that Yota
Had to stay away from the perkeys cant pour no lean all in soda
Can't fuck round with no fuck niggas they'll fuck around and fuck you over
They gave me the cold shoulders that was cold
They gotta walk around look over they shoulder

Keep all that hate to a minimum
Keep all that hate to a minimum
Keep all that hate to a minimum
Ima keep it funky I ain't feeling em
Keep all that hate to a minimum
Keep all that hate to a minimum
Keep all that hate to a minimum
Ima keep it funky I ain't feeling em
Keep all that hate to a minimum
Keep all that hate to a minimum
Keep all that hate to a minimum
Ima keep it funky I ain't feeling em

RHH