Nipsey Hussle - Hotel Suite Lyrics
I just got this dough in my pocket, these hoes, they be joggingThis weight on my shoulder, all these clothes in my closetB-12 engines, beautiful womenThis life is a blast, nigga, when you the one in itLiquor my kidney, yack when I'm sippingBlack escalade with all of my niggas? in prisons from careless decisionsTryna upgrade your living, tryna spin off your pivotI relate to my nigga so I shoot you that green dotWe *****ing these *****es, 2013 aaliyahsWe fly to these countries and father won't leave usIt's so west side, nigga, arriba, arribaEvening is d8 but really I see whyHundred a show so gas up the g5Just one of my goals, nigga, you know I complete mineI'm thinking I do it, it's part of my bees hiveIn a hotel suite with a famous freakTold her to do her thing, she don't even blinkTook her off her feet, put her on that sinkEverything about choice but she came for meLook, so I got that flight, you should probably chiefShots of patrone make your body weakLook, and I ain't gonna stop till we ***** up your sheetsLook, then I wake you up and just ***** up your sleepYoung nigga with no conscience, corporate cards in my wallet***** tell me I'm awesome I'm like doh, *****, I'm hussleLife is short, it's no promise, party hard like new orleansCrack a pint near portland but I ain't never start snoringPut the gas I keep flooring, stop looking, that could be yoursI just rolled a *****ing? to take your money for sureAll I know is get more, all I know is just flourishStarted out on that porch, now? niggas all skip collegeEnded up as them bosses, all I know is we poppingAll I know is we got it, tmc, that's my logicMarathon, ain't no stopping, that's the way I get all thisLos angeles, raw shit, county jail, top raw shit?smoke and smelling like dog shitHow you feeling like oh, shit, I gotta get home, I gotta get up outJust scratch your head, you gotta find your route, you gotta figure it outGotta buy bands, buy a house, stay confident while you try it outReally do this type of shit that these rapping niggas be lying aboutBe lying about, they tricking hoes, they flying out*****es call me like come through I'm like yeah, boo, I'm bout to grab you outIn a hotel suite with a famous freakTold her to do her thing, she don't even blinkTook her off her feet, put her on that sinkEverything about choice but she came for meLook, so I got that flight, you should probably chiefShots of patrone make your body weakLook, and I ain't gonna stop till we ***** up your sheetsLook, then I wake you up and just ***** up your sleep
