Nipsey Hussle, MGMT - Call from the Bank lyrics
[Nipsey Hussle, MGMT - Call from the Bank lyrics]
Look, just got a call from my bank
To tell me that we hit again
Keep doing my thing
The boys on fire money wires everyday
It's a natural known fact I'm
The hottest in LA
It's All Money In, thats all I gotta say
Got em repping down in Diego
Las Vegas to the bay
Even on the east they never hesitate
They shouting out my words from
The crowd towards the stage
And you know im getting paid
Yeah you know im getting paid
Look, marathon life it's all about the pace
Lot of niggas running sprints but
They never win the race
You don't see me at the shop
I'm probably outta state
In my fly hotel working on my mixtape
Standing on the couches later on that day
Champagne, models pouring bottles
On their face
The S is for succcess and that's
Why I love the hate they mad cause, I can
And I'm happy cause they can't
Yeah, I'm happy cause they can't
It's that feel good, you know
Shout out to my enemies
Shout out to the facts
We the ones that they pretend to be
Rappers with their gangbang identity
But imitation is the highest form of humility
Then my phone rang, it was Killa B
Thats a bad bitch, plus she get her cheese
Know I'm feeling her, I know she feeling me
But we don't even fuck
We do some different things
Take her to the turf
She trynna take me to her church
Just be yourself
Thats the only way to make it work
Sweet cady drop top mercedes
Blowing that Obama with some old school
Playin' pCH, switching lane feels amazing
Life is everything that I said
I would make it
Love my niggas, so bread I'm gon' break it
20 racks, 50 racks, 100 racks, run it back
If that ain't fly cripping
What the fuck is that
Type of life you know nothing bout
Gotta fly first class if you wanna talk
Louie on the duffle bag pick a airport
We can be there tonight baby therefore
You know, I gotta say
The motherfucking marathon continues
Late night, top off, her hair
Blowing in the wind
Nigga smoking on that good
Feeling oh so hood, yeah, told you, yeah
This is volume one
Aight, Hussle, motherfucker, hey Rallo heyy
Yo yo yo yo
To tell me that we hit again
Keep doing my thing
The boys on fire money wires everyday
It's a natural known fact I'm
The hottest in LA
It's All Money In, thats all I gotta say
Got em repping down in Diego
Las Vegas to the bay
Even on the east they never hesitate
They shouting out my words from
The crowd towards the stage
And you know im getting paid
Yeah you know im getting paid
Look, marathon life it's all about the pace
Lot of niggas running sprints but
They never win the race
You don't see me at the shop
I'm probably outta state
In my fly hotel working on my mixtape
Standing on the couches later on that day
Champagne, models pouring bottles
On their face
The S is for succcess and that's
Why I love the hate they mad cause, I can
And I'm happy cause they can't
Yeah, I'm happy cause they can't
It's that feel good, you know
Shout out to my enemies
Shout out to the facts
We the ones that they pretend to be
Rappers with their gangbang identity
But imitation is the highest form of humility
Then my phone rang, it was Killa B
Thats a bad bitch, plus she get her cheese
Know I'm feeling her, I know she feeling me
But we don't even fuck
We do some different things
Take her to the turf
She trynna take me to her church
Just be yourself
Thats the only way to make it work
Sweet cady drop top mercedes
Blowing that Obama with some old school
Playin' pCH, switching lane feels amazing
Life is everything that I said
I would make it
Love my niggas, so bread I'm gon' break it
20 racks, 50 racks, 100 racks, run it back
If that ain't fly cripping
What the fuck is that
Type of life you know nothing bout
Gotta fly first class if you wanna talk
Louie on the duffle bag pick a airport
We can be there tonight baby therefore
You know, I gotta say
The motherfucking marathon continues
Late night, top off, her hair
Blowing in the wind
Nigga smoking on that good
Feeling oh so hood, yeah, told you, yeah
This is volume one
Aight, Hussle, motherfucker, hey Rallo heyy
Yo yo yo yo