Playboy shit, that's some playboy shit Woke up rich, real bad bitch I've been going in, shout out to my wrist Playboy shit, that's some playboy shit, yeah I've been going in, shout out to my clique You can't keep up with me, I be going hard, yeah Need a

Yeah I want it all, tell me who is gonna stop me Let that hate dissolve, flyest niggas in the party I step in this bitch feelin' like I'm John Gotti I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I'm sorry Ay, I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I'm sorry She

Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump You look like you mad as

This heavy crown To everyone who said I'd never make it Oh Lord weren't you mistaken You can't always please the crowd But I am still not bowing down It comes and goes around And when it's time, I'll pass it proud But bitch I got it now I'm at the top

I just jumped out the whip with a bad little bitch Her hair down to her asshole, I love that shit Her ass all on her back, and I love that shit Her shoe game is fantastic, I love that shit She don't fuck with broke niggas, and I love that shit If Young

Yeah! It's Hussle in the house This is just a small introduction to this Nipsey Hussle music Guns money and bitches that's the way that we do it First get 'yo grind on, then get yo' shine on We come through daytime with the lights on Now hit the fast

I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops I just had some bitches and I made them lip lock I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out We got purple Activis, I thought it was a drought Bitch I'ma choose the dirty over you You know I ain't

Better do it 'til we get right, uhh This is for my niggas getting high on the regular This is for my bitches getting high on the regular Purple drink, I still sip, purple weed blunt still lit Real nigga, real bitch, purple swag, that trill shit Them

They say they ready for whatever! One for the money, two for the show They say they ready for whatever Three for them hoes saying anything goes I been around the world, twice to be exact Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back And you know it

You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (always!) $uicide, $uicide, my end (Yeah, man) (aye, aye, aye) Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled hunnids