[Hook: Nipsey Hussle]
My top off, my seat back
Your b**h is in my ear sayin' she need that
I'm ballin', she see that
If he tells us both she loves she only one of us believe that
[Verse 1:]
Listen, no kush, just a gang of folgers
Me, my laptop, and my notebook call that my triangle offense
That's all I need to keep bringing this dough in
Yes I bangin' and I'm boastin', it's a fact I'm the dopest
If you don't believe I got some things I want to show you
I get $10, 00 a show but don't no record label own him
Now check out my sleeve I make your leather strap your bogus
Double quick oyster perpetual Presidential Rolex
I'm on it early in the morning
Shout out my n***a Dom he from that Westside keep it rollin'
Now I can sell out shows from New York back to California
Still pull up with my j**elry then go part to Jesse Owens
Whoa, stop we live it so we talk it
Had it way before this rap so I get paid and don't shopping
Profit, we flip y'all just blow it
Call me young Nip Hussle AKA I'm focused
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
Look I never met a girl that wouldn't let me f**
She said was gonna do it if she met me once
I feel like that n***a Pac these b**hes set me up
I make her kiss my nuts just to get me up
Oh yeah, we back ho
n***as that they ask for
We ain't got no plaques bro
n***as be making them racks though
The Westside we gettin' it
Two doors we dippin' it
Cliquot we sippin' it
These hoes we flippin' it
Got me 20's, got my 50's, got my 100's b**h I'm coming
TMC this sh** don't stop
Me and Nip is really running it
And the funny sh** I'll say is that it's only just begun
n***as be up early before the Sun
It's money in the morning
n***as traded coffee for Patron
Y'all just pardon me I'm just zoning
Gold hundred spokes look chrome
The one that got your girl's sh** foaming
And your b**h is in my ear saying she need that