Gatorade, Haterade
Oh well I got it maderade
How can I get burnt
with all these bitches throwin' shaderade
She dont look rich enough
Not carrying a Gucci clutch
You all better call my bluff
Cuz I carry a hand grenade
Meter-maid, sprayed with Raid
Not even on my radar-gauge
I don't sweat the heat
During my own goddamn Parade-arade
You don't know who you're f*cking with
I seem to have this luck for good
It seems to be on lockdown good
NOW LISTEN TO MY SERENADE
Haterade, Gatorade, you don't have to like it mate
Mispronounce my name again and I won't even hesitate
Now that I'm Miss Thang
Now that I'm a zillionaire
Scan the credits for your name and oh,
Surprise! it's not there
Throw some shade, colored jade
Haterade, you meter maid
Shut up for one time uh huh
NOW LISTEN TO MY SERENADE
