V12 The Hitman - Hotel Suite lyrics

(Verse 1) All that Yeah, look really I just got this dough in my pocket All these hoes be jockin' There's weight on my shoulder All these clothes on my closet V12 engines, beautiful women This life is a blast n***a when you're the one winning Liquor in my kidney 'gnac when I'm sippin' Black Escalade with all of my n***as Calls from them prisons from careless decisions Tryna upgrade your livin Tryna spin off your pivot I relate though my n***a So I shoot you that green dot We f**in' these b**hes 2013 Aaliyahs We fly to these countries, in 501 Levis I'm so Westside, n***a, "ariba, ariba" These n***as be hatin', really I see why 100 a show so gas up the G5 That's one of my goals n***a You know I complete mine I think and I do it it's a part of my design (Chorus) Yeah In a hotel suite with a famous freak, yeah Tryna do her thing She ain't even blink, uh Took her off her feet Put her on that sink, aye Everyday by choice But she came for me, look So I got that flight you should probably chief Shots of Patron make your body weak, look And I ain't gonn' stop till we f** up your sheets, look Then I wake you up and just f** up your sleep (Verse 2) Young n***a with no conscience Corporate cards in my wallet b**h tell me I'm awesome I'm like "duh b**h I'm all Slauson" Life short there's no promise Party hard like New Orleans Crack a pint in ? But I ain't never start snorrin' ? Stop looking that could be yours I just wrote a f**ing book It's to take your money for source All I know is get more All I know is just flourish Started off on that porch Now it's schrimps and pork 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 TMC that's my logic Marathon ain't no stoppin' That's the way I get all this Los Angeles raw sh** County jail top ? sh** Courts ?, gang brawl sh** Smoke is smellin' like dog sh** How you feelin' like uh sh** I gotta go home I gotta get up out Then you scratch your head find your route You gotta figure it out Gotta buy a Benz gotta buy a house Stay confident while you try it out Really do this type of sh** That these rapping n***as be lying 'bout Be lying 'bout, they trickin' hoes They flying out b**hes callin' me like "come through" I'm like "yeah boo, I'ma wear you out" (Chorus) Yeah In a hotel suite with a famous freak, yeah Tryna do her thing She ain't even blink, uh Took her off her feet Put her on that sink, aye Everyday by choice But she came for me, look So I got that flight you should probably chief Shots of Patron make your body weak, look And I ain't gonn' stop till we f** up your sheets, look Then I wake you up and just f** up your sleep