Hit-Boy - A Hunnit A Show lyrics

[Hook: Nipsey Hussle] Need a hundred a show so we can fly in a jet f** with you girl, you always ready for s** Keep my eye on this game and let the money invest And n***a I'mma die for my f**ing respect [Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] You f**ing with a young n***a, two twelves in the trunk n***a Havin everything he want n***a Life on the rush n***a, probably never get enough n***a All he wanna do is stunt n***a n***as always looking up to him, whole spot going up to him New money getting stuck to him Life it was rough to him Skinny n***a he was buff to it, trying to do it like Puff do it Do it like Russ do it, real life said wa**up to it Need a Benz n***a f** Buick Made a plan and I stuck to it I'm the man you a bluff to us, small talk such a sus to us The money is a must to us We came from these corners but we at it til we affluenced You gotta bring your guts to it Trying to get it to the point they gotta bring it in a truck to us [Hook: Nipsey Hussle] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] All 'em blogs never shook a n***a Hundred racks just to book a n***a Greatest ever like a Brooklyn n***a All this ice here is hard to overlook a n***a Fell in love with that fast money 50 racks on that back end Walk through cause four bricks Maybach's when I back in LAX Nip roll that pound Pool outside of that polo lounge MOB b**h hold that down Pinky ring gold Rolex crown Testify; never go that route Black bottles, that Moet out My first mil I had a Kodak smile Tell the plug bring more back now Fake j**els never tolerate it Pray b**bee's case exhonerated Every night I thank God I made it Every night I thank God I made it! My b**h bad like Paula Patton Big a** mansion from all that rappin Tell the police call the captain Motherf**er I'mma start the clappin [Hook: Nipsey Hussle]