Nipsey Hussle - Call from the Bank lyrics

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hu$$le] Look, just got a call from my bank To tell me that we hit again, keep doing 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, thats all I gotta say Got em repping down in Diego, Las Vegas to the bay Even on the east they never hesitate They shouting out my words from the crowd towards the stage And you know im getting paid, yeah you know im getting paid [Verse 2:] Look, marathon life it's all about the pace Lot of n***as running sprints but they never win the race You don't see me at the shop, I'm probably outta state In my fly hotel working on my mixtape Standing on the couches later on that day Champagne, models pouring bottles on their face The S is for succcess and that's why I love the hate They mad cause I can, and I'm happy cause they can't Yeah, I'm happy cause they can't It's that feel good, you know [Verse 3:] Shout out to my enemies, shout out to the facts We the ones that they pretend to be Rappers with their g**n identity But imitation is the highest form of humility Then my phone rang, it was k**a B Thats a bad b**h, plus she get her cheese Know I'm feeling her, I know she feeling me But we dont even f**, we do some different things Take her to the turf, she trynna take me to her church Just be yourself, thats the only way to make it work Sweet cady drop top mercedes Blowing that Obama with some old school, playin' PCH, switching lane feels amazing Life is everything that I said I would make it Love my n***as, so bread I'm gon' break it 20 racks, 50 racks, 100 racks, run it back If that ain't fly cripping, what the f** is that Type of life you know nothing bout Gotta fly first cla** if you wanna talk Louie on the duffle bag pick a airport We can be there tonight baby therefore [Outro:] You know, I gotta say, the motherf**ing marathon continues Late night, top off, her hair blowing in the wind, n***a smoking on that good Feeling oh so hood, yeah, told you, yeah, this is volume one Aight, Hussle, motherf**er, hey, Rallo Heyy Yo-yo-yo-yo