Shane Eagle Haters Heartbreak Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Shane Eagle]
Yeah, I gotta go get the bag, don't fumble it
Gotta go get the bag, don't fumble it
Gotta go get the bag, don't fumble it
Gotta go get the bag, don't fumble it
Gotta go get the bag, don't fumble it
Gotta go get the bag, don't-

[Chorus: Shane Eagle]
Know that I'm blessed, right where I'm at
For her next birthday gon' hand her some stacks
Michelin mess, these niggas cap
My daughter ain't fallin' straight 'cause of the raps
No more broke days, I ain't going back
No more broke days, I ain't going back
No more broke days, I ain't going back, yeah
Know that I'm blessed, right where I'm at
For her next birthday gon' hand her some stacks
Michelin mess, these niggas cap
My daughter ain't fallin' straight 'cause of the raps
No more broke days, I ain't going back
No more broke days, I ain't going back
No more broke days, I ain't going back

[Verse 1: Shane Eagle]
Yeah
This is a haters heartbreak, yeah
Sun is shining again, they thought I would stay in a dark place, yeah
Get to the bag, I started a family, it's NY East
Don't need me a Grammy
It's only the fake ones that don't understand me
It's goated emojis if you wanna at me
I'm taking my time, ain't in a rush
Way before Yachty, we knew that it's us
Their 15 minutes about to get cut
Perfecting these records, they cannot be touched
Way outta reach, where the hate cannot get to me
The floors are heated, the fireplace seething
I'm smoking on something that got me sedated
They're tryna convince us, their flows are outdated
We could tell
I ain't taking no girl to go to Chanel
She should paying to see my hotel
Know that I can't do the generic girl
I need me a bad bitch, a regular girl
One who cooks and cleans and does everything well
Somebody I could pipe down in the kitchen
And after we done, who actually listens

[Pre-Chorus: Shane Eagle]
Yeah, I gotta go get the bag, don't fumble it
Gotta go get the bag, don't fumble it
Gotta go get the bag, don't fumble it
Gotta go get the bag, don't fumble it Gotta go get the bag, don't fumble it
Gotta go get the bag, don't-

[Chorus: Shane Eagle]
Know that I'm blessed, right where I'm at
For her next birthday gon' hand her some stacks
Michelin mess, these niggas cap
My daughter ain't fallin' straight 'cause of the raps
No more broke days, I ain't going back
No more broke days, I ain't going back
No more broke days, I ain't going back, yeah
Know that I'm blessed, right where I'm at
For her next birthday gon' hand her some stacks
Michelin mess, these niggas cap
My daughter ain't fallin' straight 'cause of the raps
No more broke days, I ain't going back
No more broke days, I ain't going back
No more broke days, I ain't going back

[Verse 2: Shane Eagle]
You ain't gotta play hard to get
I know that you wanna climax
Whatever you want we could try that, yeah
Taking my time, I hope she don't go
Her body an art, I come through for her her strokes
She bad as f*ck and I know that she know (She know, she know)
This is a haters heartbreak, yeah
This is where comparisons between me and them part ways, yeah
Love when she come, I hate when she leaves
She bad as f*ck and she wear it on her sleeves
She ain't sweating and she do it with ease
I love when she teasin' and then she tell me, "Please, daddy, daddy"
Rode on my soul, she know the Addy
She playing for Eagle, like she drive my Caddy
She my drug and for her, I'm the addict (Yeah)
Wrote to her soul, just follow the signs
Pulled up to the show and I seen dollar signs
For my real friends I might do it for free
Just check the stats, I got fans overseas
Did it, impressed and I'm living my dreams
The screams ain't fun, the foreigns ain't fun
I might pull up in one back to the Ridge
I ain't gotta say that they know that I'm rich
Sold out shows, when I hit Zone 6
Even haters gon' be asking for pics
Tell 'em young Eagle is back on his shit, nigga

[Outro: Shane Eagle]
'Cause this is a haters heartbreak, yeah
Sun is shinin' again, they thought I would stay in a dark place, yeah