Ways - Keep Pushing & Ignore Haters Lyrics

Ay, bitch I'm fucking flexing on the haters
Fucking on your bitch and then I text her "see you later"
Saying you got racks, yeah you a faker
You a money waiter and I'm a money maker
Ah, see my best friends turn to my fakers
They say I wouldn't be shit and now I'm greater
Now they working 9-5 just like a waiter
Bitch I'm from FL, I want that green just like a gator
Ay, look at my wrist, this some ice
Talking all that shit, he gon' pay the price
And she stuck up on my head, like she was some lice
Ay, fucking broke my heart, did that shit like twice
And I'm shining like some light
How you talking shit on me I thought that we was tight
Yeah, but I guess we got to fight
It's every other night, when will you make it right, yeah
And I'm recording this on my birthday
What's good bitch (Happy birthday to you)
Yeah, yeah (Happy birthday to you)
Yeah, yeah (Happy birthday dear Landon)
Ay, fuck the fucking autotune (Happy birthday to you)
Ah, ah, ah
Ay, bitch I'm fucking flexing on the haters
Fucking on your bitch and then I text her "see you later"
Saying you got racks, yeah you a faker
You a money waiter and I'm a money maker
Ah, see my best friends turn to my fakers
They say I wouldn't be shit and now I'm greater
Now they working 9-5 just like a waiter
Bitch I'm from FL, I want that green just like a gator

Ay, bitch I'm fucking flexing on the haters
Fucking on your bitch and then I text her "see you later"
Saying you got racks, yeah you a faker
You a money waiter and I'm a money maker
Ah, see my best friends turn to my fakers
They say I wouldn't be shit and now I'm greater
Now they working 9-5 just like a waiter
Bitch I'm from FL, I want that green just like a gator
Ay, look at my wrist, this some ice
Talking all that shit, he gon' pay the price
And she stuck up on my head, like she was some lice
Ay, fucking broke my heart, did that shit like twice
And I'm shining like some light
How you talking shit on me I thought that we was tight
Yeah, but I guess we got to fight
It's every other night, when will you make it right, yeah
And I'm recording this on my birthday
What's good bitch (Happy birthday to you)
Yeah, yeah (Happy birthday to you)
Yeah, yeah (Happy birthday dear Landon)
Ay, fuck the fucking autotune (Happy birthday to you)
Ah, ah, ah
Ay, bitch I'm fucking flexing on the haters
Fucking on your bitch and then I text her "see you later"
Saying you got racks, yeah you a faker
You a money waiter and I'm a money maker
Ah, see my best friends turn to my fakers
They say I wouldn't be shit and now I'm greater
Now they working 9-5 just like a waiter
Bitch I'm from FL, I want that green just like a gator