hotel - SEBII

Four, five shots, do the running man, uh

Running to the bag like a businessman, uh

Got a fake ID, I’m another man, uh

W-W-Wild West pistol like I’m Dirty Dan, uh

Y-Y-You not making money, what’s your business plan?

Uh

On the internet, uh, need a middleman, uh

Got a south side shooter, if he listened to your music

He gon' say, «That shit is trash, so are you better yet?»

Uh

She got scared, she saw my gun

I can’t fuck no fucking ho

You a actor, that’s for sure

Speed dial always calling, hello

Speed dial always calling my phone

Think I’m dumb, but I’m not slow

You done switched up on his bro

We gon' have to take his soul

Been there, had to take it slow

Never made to lose control

They say twiki' on a roll

I think that I cracked the code

Bitches want my serial

Like, are you serious?

He think he the shit

Somebody tell him he gon' wanna flush

I’m like take it, take it, take it

I’ma take it 'til I’m famous, famous, famous

Yeah, I’ma take it, I’ll replace it, 'place it, 'place it

I’ll replace it 'til I make it, make it, make it

I-I got my ice from my jeweler

That shit is so cold, I don’t think I can cool it no more

Like, why is you spreading those rumors?

You spreadin' those rumors each time when I go to the store

A blessing, every time I buy

Every so often, I spend some more

That money go dumb, but I got so much

Hotel lifestyle, can’t be poor

I might just take over the world just like Giygas (Tss)

You don’t like it

I might be biased, but you might not like it (Like it)

I might just buy it, this new car, I drive it (Drive, yeah)

I’m movin', I pivot, I jump all these divots

I count all my digits, I count it so fast

Wait, you got a lot of cash

Wait, you got a lot of cash (Yeah)

Dash, dash, dash

I just be movin' like so fast

I hope that I don’t crash (Bitch)

Bet that I don’t last

They see I’m famous (Okay)

They want it bad (Need it bad)

Right now they’re nameless (Hey!)

I make 'em mad, mad (Achoo!)

Rappin' 'bout money, I’m rappin' 'bout mine

Mind over matter, yeah, I ain’t got time (Yeah)

Reach to the nine for my peace of mind

A piece of me is a piece of you

Electricity like Pikachu (Ahh)

Got double V’s, it’s a W (Yeah)

You still wanna PvP?

(Damn)

I pity you

She wan' take a pic', yeah

You act like a bitch, yeah

Maybe you’s a bitch, yeah

You think I’m a dickhead

If I really gotta make a bag, I got a trick, yeah

That shit in my sleeve, yeah

Tell me, did he leave?

Yeah

Okay, like oh, for sure

I got another code

Like, what’s a sound for soul?

You know you did the most

Oh, I know you like to boast

You did that shit for show

Well, was it worth it, bro?

You think you’re perfect, no

I seen 'em hate when I was down

They never thought that I would blow up and get them racks (On gang)

Wake up, get my―

Parapapapapapapa

Paparapapapapapa

Paraapapapapapa

(I just wanna fuckin' die)