[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, I'm a All Money In CEO
Which means that fly money is the life I chose
And they say I think I'm the shit
But I don't think I know
'Cause ain't nobody gave us nuthin', we just got our own
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, Hussle
We standin' on the couches, poppin' bottles, smokin' weed
Fuckin' bitches, lovin' life, makin' money, count cheese
Flow state Cuban links, more cake you would think
It's our birthday, bitches thirsty but we never let 'em drink
First class, leather seats, blue Gucci's on my feet
Or either Chuck Taylor's, get money, fuck haters
What's up to Chuck Taylor, my nigga Compton Menace
AR BlackWall forever y'all my niggas
LAX fifty cities wut's, next volume thrizzy
Then December twenty second South Central State of Mizzy
I bet a hundred thousand that I fuck up the city
The king of L.A. is young Nipsey
And if I'm not I'm so hot, I feel I got that right
A nigga slept him that day and he got shot that night
Choices to consequences if I chip him it's life
So getback for me is like... fuckin' his wife
Imagine that to transition from Slauson to my position
Got a deal went to jail my bro wus fresh up out of prison
And niggas looked like I fuck off wut I was givin'
But the truth is I'm not used to this new way I make my livin'
And since I can't rewind back to dime sacks and shoot outs
And Cadillacs, a young nigga gotta rap
And goin' through it I still knew that I was that
Nigga, plus the walls on my condo need a plaque
Look, I'm a All Money In CEO
Which means that fly money is the life I chose
And they say I think I'm the shit
But I don't think I know
'Cause ain't nobody gave us nuthin', we just got our own
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, Hussle
We standin' on the couches, poppin' bottles, smokin' weed
Fuckin' bitches, lovin' life, makin' money, count cheese
Flow state Cuban links, more cake you would think
It's our birthday, bitches thirsty but we never let 'em drink
First class, leather seats, blue Gucci's on my feet
Or either Chuck Taylor's, get money, fuck haters
What's up to Chuck Taylor, my nigga Compton Menace
AR BlackWall forever y'all my niggas
LAX fifty cities wut's, next volume thrizzy
Then December twenty second South Central State of Mizzy
I bet a hundred thousand that I fuck up the city
The king of L.A. is young Nipsey
And if I'm not I'm so hot, I feel I got that right
A nigga slept him that day and he got shot that night
Choices to consequences if I chip him it's life
So getback for me is like... fuckin' his wife
Imagine that to transition from Slauson to my position
Got a deal went to jail my bro wus fresh up out of prison
And niggas looked like I fuck off wut I was givin'
But the truth is I'm not used to this new way I make my livin'
And since I can't rewind back to dime sacks and shoot outs
And Cadillacs, a young nigga gotta rap
And goin' through it I still knew that I was that
Nigga, plus the walls on my condo need a plaque
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