Dickie shorts, Bally belt, boxer briefs
Bitch of course this marathon is where you ought to be
Shoppin' sprees spendin' thousands on designer jeans
Exotic women, Mercedes Benzes with bucket seats
Pretty feet, pretty hair that blow in the breeze
It's pretty rare that she meet a nigga as real as me
Especially when she fishin' in this music industry
But luckily she f*cked around and f*cked with me
Surround myself with the finer things
I guess I'm Hollywood 'cause I'm enjoyin' what my grindin' bring
I'm All Money In, dot I-N-C
Minus the major record label time to rise to feet
On every stage I'm givin' everythin' inside of me
But she gon' give it back after the show in the Le Montrose suite
My nigga Rimpee's got a big freak (what's up? Ayy)
Down the hall get crackin' over this beat
We smokin' good, y'all smell the weed
We finally made it to the plane then we fell asleep
The mornin' came, the night leaves
A little of a workaholic shit I might be
Up at six in the mornin' like I'm Ice T
Spent a grip on the Malcolm X, Spike Lee
Ain't them other rappers never think they like me
On any given day sixty thousand on my white tee
Ain't nothin' much but what them dollars bring
Addicted to the rush of money wires and depositing
So no I can't fall asleep at the driver's seat
That's why I wake up to a Kush blunt and a Ralo beat
Hard top push the button you don't turn the key
Bullet proof 'cause I know niggas wanna murder me
I never heard of you (you)
I know you heard of me (me)
And that's the part that make your head hurt
It's five in the mornin'
And I'm talkin' this thug shit to you (talk to me and I talk back)
Got it and I want in
Let me run this marathon with you
I got you, uh, I got you, yeah, I got
Look
'Cause I got it on deck, baby
I put that on the set, baby
I'm kissin' on yo neck
Yo pussy get wet
And then we have sex, baby
'Cause I got it on deck, baby
I put that on the set, baby
I get to kissin' yo neck
Yo pussy get wet
And then we have sex, baby
Ayy
You know the hotel get turnt up if we in it
Smell the Kush soon as
You exit the elevators
You hear the music
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Dickie shorts, Bally belt, boxer briefs
Bitch of course this marathon is where you ought to be
Shoppin' sprees spendin' thousands on designer jeans
Exotic women, Mercedes Benzes with bucket seats
Pretty feet, pretty hair that blow in the breeze
It's pretty rare that she meet a nigga as real as me
Especially when she fishin' in this music industry
But luckily she f*cked around and f*cked with me
Surround myself with the finer things
I guess I'm Hollywood 'cause I'm enjoyin' what my grindin' bring
I'm All Money In, dot I-N-C
Minus the major record label time to rise to feet
On every stage I'm givin' everythin' inside of me
But she gon' give it back after the show in the Le Montrose suite
My nigga Rimpee's got a big freak (what's up? Ayy)
Down the hall get crackin' over this beat
We smokin' good, y'all smell the weed
We finally made it to the plane then we fell asleep
The mornin' came, the night leaves
A little of a workaholic shit I might be
Up at six in the mornin' like I'm Ice T
Spent a grip on the Malcolm X, Spike Lee
Ain't them other rappers never think they like me
On any given day sixty thousand on my white tee
Ain't nothin' much but what them dollars bring
Addicted to the rush of money wires and depositing
So no I can't fall asleep at the driver's seat
That's why I wake up to a Kush blunt and a Ralo beat
Hard top push the button you don't turn the key
Bullet proof 'cause I know niggas wanna murder me
I never heard of you (you)
I know you heard of me (me)
And that's the part that make your head hurt
It's five in the mornin'
And I'm talkin' this thug shit to you (talk to me and I talk back)
Got it and I want in
Let me run this marathon with you
I got you, uh, I got you, yeah, I got
Look
'Cause I got it on deck, baby
I put that on the set, baby
I'm kissin' on yo neck
Yo pussy get wet
And then we have sex, baby
'Cause I got it on deck, baby
I put that on the set, baby
I get to kissin' yo neck
Yo pussy get wet
And then we have sex, baby
Ayy
You know the hotel get turnt up if we in it
Smell the Kush soon as
You exit the elevators
You hear the music
Bitch of course this marathon is where you ought to be
Shoppin' sprees spendin' thousands on designer jeans
Exotic women, Mercedes Benzes with bucket seats
Pretty feet, pretty hair that blow in the breeze
It's pretty rare that she meet a nigga as real as me
Especially when she fishin' in this music industry
But luckily she f*cked around and f*cked with me
Surround myself with the finer things
I guess I'm Hollywood 'cause I'm enjoyin' what my grindin' bring
I'm All Money In, dot I-N-C
Minus the major record label time to rise to feet
On every stage I'm givin' everythin' inside of me
But she gon' give it back after the show in the Le Montrose suite
My nigga Rimpee's got a big freak (what's up? Ayy)
Down the hall get crackin' over this beat
We smokin' good, y'all smell the weed
We finally made it to the plane then we fell asleep
The mornin' came, the night leaves
A little of a workaholic shit I might be
Up at six in the mornin' like I'm Ice T
Spent a grip on the Malcolm X, Spike Lee
Ain't them other rappers never think they like me
On any given day sixty thousand on my white tee
Ain't nothin' much but what them dollars bring
Addicted to the rush of money wires and depositing
So no I can't fall asleep at the driver's seat
That's why I wake up to a Kush blunt and a Ralo beat
Hard top push the button you don't turn the key
Bullet proof 'cause I know niggas wanna murder me
I never heard of you (you)
I know you heard of me (me)
And that's the part that make your head hurt
It's five in the mornin'
And I'm talkin' this thug shit to you (talk to me and I talk back)
Got it and I want in
Let me run this marathon with you
I got you, uh, I got you, yeah, I got
Look
'Cause I got it on deck, baby
I put that on the set, baby
I'm kissin' on yo neck
Yo pussy get wet
And then we have sex, baby
'Cause I got it on deck, baby
I put that on the set, baby
I get to kissin' yo neck
Yo pussy get wet
And then we have sex, baby
Ayy
You know the hotel get turnt up if we in it
Smell the Kush soon as
You exit the elevators
You hear the music
Writer: Ermias Ashgedom
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.