Destroy Lonely, Indigo, embasin. - 6 AM In LA lyrics

Uh, watching the sun come up right now
(no cap)
Uh, uh, no cap

I get money money, yeah
Cause it's money to be made
I think these niggas funny, uh
And they don't get paid
Every single day, I gotta go make a way (Uh)
6am in LA, last night I was at the bank (Uh)
6am in LA, but I'm thinkin' bout the A
It was 2PM in New York and
I had to catch that plane
(Uh)
The night before that, on the top floor
I was fucking on your bae
East coast, west coast, climate change
And no matter what
Nigga I'ma still get paid


And no matter what
Nigga I'ma still get paid
(Yeah)
And these niggas still gon' hate, yeah
And my fans still gon' rage
And I still put that sht on every single day
Oh yеah
And I'm still rollin' real deal cool
Like I'm in a Wraith
That boy rollin' up rеal deal boof
Nigga smoking mid
That shit ain't okay
Still throwin' up real deal
Racks through the roof
Every single day I'm paid
Still riding round the city, and
I'm in the coupe
Nigga yeah
You know my fuckin' face
Switching up like rubix cubes
These niggas fake
Real deal slime, only hang with snakes
Niggas gettin' lapped like this shit a race
Got your bitch on my lap
And she tell me what she want
Nigga like I'm playing
Bitch, every single day a Saturday
I can only say this shit so many ways
Got to go and get it, got to make a way
I don't know if these
Niggas think I'm playin'
Thought I told these niggas that
I do not play
It's obvious
They not hearing what I'm saying
Grey hair, Ultra AC Super Saiyan
Foreign drip, but still hating
Me and my twin got the same shoes
But they different shades, yeah we paid
Hop up on the track bitch, and then I slay it
Had a little bad bitch and I slayed her
Real rockstar, something just like Slayer
Really might just thrash your bitch
Up like a skater


I get money money, yeah
Cause it's money to be made
I think these niggas funny, uh
And they don't get paid
Every single day, I gotta go make a way (Uh)
6am in LA, last night I was at the bank (Uh)
6am in LA, but I'm thinkin' bout the A
It was 2PM in New York and
I had to catch that plane
(Uh)
The night before that, on the top floor
I was fucking on your bae
East coast, west coast, climate change
And no matter what
Nigga I'ma still get paid

Yeah, ok
We gon' take this shit up a notch today
We gon' man this shit get crazy
I just had some lyin' nigga getting brazy
Yeah nigga, know I'm finna fuckin' blaze it
And I'm having bands just like a parade
These skinny ass jeans made by ricky mane
Fifteen (15) hoes on my last day
You can't fit these clothes nigga
Cause you lame
You can't get these clothes nigga
Cause you can't
I really do this this shit
What'd you think?
Rockin' water like big fish in the sea
We gon' cook this lil' bitch nigga
He not gang
There he go with his bitch
Put her on the gang
I ain't have nothing, came back with bank
Talking bout a ten
Anything less get spent on drip
Nigga what'd you think?
Matter fact, fuck it nigga, break the bank
Just spent a band on a Ricky tank
Spent another band on some YSL
With this bad bitch, and she fine as hell
Oh yeah, and you know
Me and twin never going right
Back to the jail
And know me and twin came a long
Way from that flame and hell
Havin' racks on us, nigga you can't tell
Pacific ocean water water nigga, you can sail
I just hit your daughter nigga, she a ten


I get money money, yeah
Cause it's money to be made
I think these niggas funny, uh
And they don't get paid
Every single day, I gotta go make a way (Uh)
6am in LA, last night I was at the bank (Uh)
6am in LA, but I'm thinkin' bout the A
It was 2PM in New York and
I had to catch that plane
(Uh)
The night before that, on the top floor
I was fucking on your bae
East coast, west coast, climate change
And no matter what
Nigga I'ma still get paid

No matter what nigga I'ma still get paid