Where Yo Money At? Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Pacman da Gunman)

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
Uh! What? Yeah
Turn me up a little bit

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
Where yo money at?
We gon’ smoke a hundred sacks
Shootin’ up your block
Switch cars, then we double back
You a funny cat
You ain’t made a hundred racks
You ain’t nothin’ like Nip Hussle
That’s a fuckin’ fact

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Puttin' on for my city, got 100 stats
I’m the realest nigga in it, can’t front on that
A lot of fake niggas hate me cause they wanna rap
But if they dumb enough to say it, I’ma fuckin snap
Big guns, big guns, I got big guns
AR’s, AK’s, nigga, pick one
This young nigga on that shit, you should get on
And I promise she get fucked if yo' bitch come
Know some Inglewood niggas showed a Crip love
He was like, "That nigga Nip kinda sick, Blood"
Know them East Side niggas bang my shit tough, it's all of love
Even to my homeboys that switched up
Funny thing is they swore when I get rich
I would turn my back on 'em, but I’m still up in the mix, huh
God damn, ain't that some shit?
Can a young pull up in a six gettin' his dick sucked?