Top Down Nipsey Hussle

[Intro]
Yuh, Nip Hussle in this motherfucker
Rallo, what up?
Look

[Verse 1]
My top down, your name hot now
But when I was out here, nigga, you was not 'round ('Round)
Was in the game, but I just watch now
I did rims so my shit stock now (Ayy)
Suede, hit, linin' on the roof
Don't be lyin' on the facts, niggas lyin' in the booth
When we travel around the world, we flyin with a suitcase Stamped Louis Vuitton with Cuban cigar
Miami, Ocean Ave, couple beautiful broads
On the back of motorbikes, ain't no use for a car
I'm outta town, so the coupe is at large
And this, jealous of success, niggas usually are
But, I dont give a fuck, I ain't trippin' though
Nigga gettin' desperate while I'm gettin' dough
Oh, you love that bitch? Better get ya hoe
And I ain't gotta tell you why, you already know

[Chorus]
One-One-Once in a lifetime shit
She ain't never been fucked in a drop top Benz
That's why when I pull up, she quick to get in
I'm a boss, young nigga, get some paper and a pen
Class is in session, rap 'til I'm restless
'Cause constant repetition is the path to progression
Class is in session, rap 'til I'm restless
'Cause constant repetition is the path to progression