Hotel Suite - Nipsey Hussle

But really I just got this dough in my pocket, these hoes, they be jocking

This weight on my shoulder, all these clothes in my closet

V-12 engines, beautiful women

This life is a blast, nigga, when you the one in it

Liquor my kidney, yack when I’m sipping

Black escalade with all of my niggas

Calls from them prisons from careless decisions

Tryna upgrade your living, tryna spin off your pivot

I relate to my nigga so I shoot you that green dot

We fucking these bitches, 2013 aaliyahs

We fly to these countries in 501 Levis

It’s so west side, nigga, arriba, arriba

Evening is d8 but really I see why

Hundred a show so gas up the g5

Just one of my goals, nigga, you know I complete mine

I’m thinking I do it, it’s part of my bees hive

In a hotel suite with a famous freak

Told her to do her thing, she don’t even blink

Took her off her feet, put her on that sink

Everything about choice but she came for me

Look, so I got that flight, you should probably chief

Shots of patrone make your body weak

Look, and I ain’t gonna stop till we fuck up your sheets

Look, then I wake you up and just fuck up your sleep

Young nigga with no conscience, corporate cards in my wallet

Bitch tell me I’m awesome I’m like doh, bitch, I’m hussle

Life is short, it’s no promise, party hard like new orleans

Crack a pint near portland but I ain’t never start snoring

Put the gas I keep flooring, stop looking, that could be yours

I just rolled a fucking?

to take your money for sure

All I know is get more, all I know is just flourish

Started out on that porch, now?

niggas all skip college

Ended up as them bosses, all I know is we popping

All I know is we got it, tmc, that’s my logic

Marathon, ain’t no stopping, that’s the way I get all this

Los angeles, raw shit, county jail, top raw shit

smoke and smelling like dog shit

How you feeling like oh, shit, I gotta get home, I gotta get up out

Just scratch your head, you gotta find your route, you gotta figure it out

Gotta buy bands, buy a house, stay confident while you try it out

Really do this type of shit that these rapping niggas be lying about

Be lying about, they tricking hoes, they flying out

Bitches call me like come through I’m like yeah, boo, I’m bout to grab you out

In a hotel suite with a famous freak

Told her to do her thing, she don’t even blink

Took her off her feet, put her on that sink

Everything about choice but she came for me

Look, so I got that flight, you should probably chief

Shots of patrone make your body weak

Look, and I ain’t gonna stop till we fuck up your sheets

Look, then I wake you up and just fuck up your sleep