Champagne Blanco & Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Freekey Zekey & Yukmouth)

[Intro: Freeky Zeeky]
Let's get it, Blanco
Yeah, it's your boy Freeky, 'bout to rock outta here, 730

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, I'm in that black on black, pockets fat, hoppin' out the 7 strapped
Walk up to the club, don't pat me down, they just pat my back
All my niggas got chains on and we thick as fuck
Out of dress code and rush the door 'cause we don't give a fuck
Standin' on the couches, poppin' bottles, smokin' weed
You see them hoes flockin' and that's how you know it's me
I got power in these streets, big balls, boxers briefs
A gang of dead P-R-E-Z's in these expensive ass jeans
Yeah, and I'm a beast off in them sheets
So if I pull then I'm gon' squeeze, as soon as I cum, then I'm gon' leave
As soon as I'm done, I'm gon' be back on my grind, back on these beats
Could I never be a nigga that had it, lost it and end up back in these streets
Nah, so it's All Money In 'til I'm R.I.P
In my city, nigga, I am he, and we are the O-N-E's
Nah, so it's All Money In 'til I'm R.I.P
In my city, nigga, I am he, and we are the O-N-E's

[Chorus: Freeky Zeeky]
We don't care about a quarter, gettin' dough
We don't need another to count it off
Now pop a bottle while you scream 'Fuck the world'
Now pop a bottle while you scream 'Fuck the world'
And get money
We don't care about a quarter, gettin' dough
We don't need another to count it off
Now pop a bottle while you scream 'Fuck the world'
Now pop a bottle while you scream 'Fuck the world'
And get money