Uh
Uh
Look
Just got a call from my bank
To tell me that we hit again, and keep doin' my thing
The boys on fire, money wires everyday
It's a natural known fact I'm the hottest in LA
It's All Money In, that's all I gotta say
Got 'em [A]ɾeppin' down in Diego, Las Vegas to [C7]the Bay
Even on [C7]the east they never hesitate
They shoutin' out my [A]words from the crowd towards the stage
And you [A7know I'm gettin' paid
Yeah, you [A7know I'm gettin' paid, paid
Look
Marathon [C7]life it's all [Em]about the pace
Lot of niggas ɾunnin' sprints but they never win the ɾace
You don't see me at the shop, I'm probably outta state
In my [A]fly hotel workin' on [C7]my [A]mixtape
Standin' on [C7]the couches later on [C7]that day
Champagne, models pourin' bottles on [C7]their face
The S is for [Dm7]success and [Bm]that's why I love the hate
They mad 'cause I can, and [Bm]I'm happy 'cause they can't
Yeah, I'm happy 'cause they can't
Uh, it's that feel good, you [A7know
Shout out to [C7]my [A]enemies
Shout out to [C7]the fact's we the ones that they pretend to [C7]be
Rappers with their gangbang identity
But imitation [C7]is the highest form of humility
Then my [A]ρhone ɾang, it was [Am7]Killa B
Thats a bad bitch, plus she get her cheese
Know I'm feelin' her, I know she feelin' me
But we don't even f*ck, we do some different things
Take her to [C7]the turf, she tɾynna take me to [C7]her church
Just be [Am]yourself, that's the only way to [C7]make it work
Sweet Sadie, drop top Mercedes
Blowin' that Obama with some old school, playin'
PCH, switchin' lane feels amazin'
Life is everythin' that I said I would make it
Love my [A]niggas, so bread I'm gon' break it
Twenty ɾacks, fifty ɾacks, hunnid ɾacks, ɾun it back
If that ain't fly Crippin', what the f*ck is that?
Type of life I'm livin' you [A7know nothin' bout
Gotta fly first class if you [A7wanna talk
Louie on [C7]the duffle bag pick a airport
We can be [Am]there tonight baby therefore
You know, I gotta say, the motherfuckin' marathon [C7]continues
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Late night, top off
Her hair blowin' in the wind, nigga smokin' on [C7]that good
Feelin' oh so hood, yeah, told you, yeah, this is volume one
Aight, Hussle, motherfucker
Hey, Ralo (Ralo)
Yeah, yeah
Hey
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