Nipsey Hussle - Hotel Suite lyrics

[Intro:] All that Yea, but really [Verse 1:] I just got this dough in my pocket, the hoes that be jockin' This weight on my shoulder, all these clothes in my closet V12 engines, beautiful women This life is a blast n***a when you the one winnin' Liquor in my kidneys, yac when I'm sippin' Black Escalade, with all of my n***as Calls from them prisons, from careless decisions Tryin' to upgrade yo livin', tryna spin off yo pivot I relate though my n***a, so I shoot you that green dot We f**ing these b**hes, 2013 Aaliyahs We fly to these countries, and follow in Levi's I'm so west side n***a, arriba arriba These n***as be hatin', but really I see why Hundred a show, so gas up the G5 That's one of my goals n***a, know I complete mine I think it, I do it It's part of my design [Hook:] Yea, in a hotel suite, with a famous freak Yea, told her do her thing, she ain't even blink Uh, took her off her feet, put her on that sink Aye, everything by choice, but she came for me Look, so I got that flight you should probably chief Yea, shots of Patron make yo body weak Look, and I ain't gon stop til we f** up yo sheets Look, then I wake you up and just f** up yo sleep [Verse 2:] Young n***a with no conscience, corporate cards in my wallet b**hes tell me I'm awesome, I'm like duh b**h, I'm on Slawson Life's short, there's no promise Party hard like New Orleans Crack a pint near pourin', but I don't ever start snoring Put the gas, I keep floorin' Stop lookin', that could be yours I just roll with the f**in' bookies to take that money, thesaurus All I know is get more, all I know is just flourish Started off on that porch Now I strip tip who*es Crab and lobster on Collins n***as all skipped college Ended up as them bosses, all I know is we poppin' All I know is I got it TMZ, that's my logic Marathon, ain't no stoppin' That's the way I get all this Los Angeles raw sh**, county jail top ram sh** Court take, gang brawl sh** Smoking, smellin like dog sh** I be feeling like aw sh**, I gotta go home, I gotta get up out Then you scratch yo head, tryna find the routes, you gotta figure it out Gotta buy a Benz, buy a house Stay confident while you try it out Really do this type of sh** that these rappin n***as be lyin bout Be lyin bout, they trickin hoes, they flyin out b**hes call me like come through I'm like yea boo, I'm bout to wear you out [Hook:] Yea, in a hotel suite, with a famous freak Yea, told her do her thing, she ain't even blink Uh, took her off her feet, put her on that sink Aye, everything by choice, but she came for me Look, so I got that flight you should probably chief Yea, shots of Patrone make yo body wave Look, and I ain't gon stop til we f** up yo sheets Look, then I wake you up and just f** up yo sleep [D.J. V.I.P:] All money in, no money out