A Hunnit a Show (feat. Rick Ross) - Nipsey Hussle, Rick Ross

Yeah, look

Need a hundred a show so we can fly in a jet

Fuck with you, girl, you always ready for sex

Keep my eye on this game and let the money invest

And, nigga, I’ma die for my fuckin' respect

You fuckin' with a young nigga

Two twelves in the trunk, nigga

Havin' everything he want, nigga

Life in the rush nigga

Probably never good enough, nigga

All he wanna do is stunt

Nigga’s always lookin' up to him, whole spot goin' up to him

New money gettin' stuck to him

Life, it was rough to him

Skinny nigga, he was buff to it, trying to do it like Puff do it

Do it like Russ do it, real life, said, «What's up?»

to it

Need a Benz, nigga, fuck Buick

Made a plan and I stuck to it

I’m the man, you a bluff to us, small talk such a sus to us

The money is a must to us

We came from these corners but we at it 'til we affluent

You gotta bring your guts to it

Tryna get it to the point they gotta bring it in a truck to us

Yeah, look

Need a hundred a show so we can fly in a jet

Fuck with you, girl, you always ready for sex

Keep my eye on this game and let the money invest

And, nigga, I’ma die for my fuckin' respect

Smoke with me

All 'em blogs never shook a nigga

Hundred racks just to book a nigga

Greatest ever like a Brooklyn nigga

All this ice here is hard to overlook a nigga

Fell in love with that fast money

50 racks on that back end

Walk through cause four bricks

Maybachs when I back in

L.A.X., Nip, roll that pound

Poolside at that polo lounge

M-O-B, bitch, hold that down

Pinky ring, gold Rolex crown

Testify, never go that route

Black bottles, that Moët out

My first mil, I had a Kodak smile

Tell the plug, «Bring more back now»

Fake jewels, never tolerate it

Pray Boobee case exonerated

Every night I thank God I made it

Every night I thank God I made it!

My bitch bad like Paula Patton

Big ass mansion from all that rappin'

Tell the police, «Call the captain»

Motherfucker, I’ma start the clappin'

Yeah, look

Need a hundred a show so we can fly in a jet

Fuck with you, girl, you always ready for sex

Keep my eye on this game and let the money invest

And, nigga, I’ma die for my fuckin' respect

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