They asking bout me in the trap house They talking bout me in the trap house What the business is, stay up out of mine You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!) Yeah, bigger than life Big money poppin' boy Trap house, trap house Niggas mad that I

Whack for my daddy, oh Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da There's whiskey in the jar, oh Oh, oh, yeah As I was goin' over The Cork and Kerry Mountains I saw Captain Farrell And his money, he was countin' I first produced my pistol

I ain't gon' lie I got money and the power Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah the famous life it'll eat you up alive It's a game and I put my feelings to the side Times up I check my watch every hour All of my diamonds they blind them I can't fuck her she a minor

He ain't nothing like me, girl I done showed you shit you never seen, girl She don't think that I can change So I switched from a Benz to a Range First class to the jet (Yeah) I got more money than her ex Way more money than her ex And he ain't nothing

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've been doin' me Yeah, I've been doin' me Followin' my dreams If I took the hand that was dealt me then I would be nowhere in life Yeah, I had to think smart Threw away the deck and got my own cards Long before I had the money to afford a car Yeah, I'm

Forget about the price tag It's not about the money money money We don't need your money money money We just wanna make the world dance Ain't about the uh cha-ching cha-ching Ain't about the yeah b-bling b-bling Wanna make the world dance Everybody look

You’re so money, money, money You got a country road Carolina soul Baby you’re just so homegrown Ooh, I dig the way that you move You shake it down to your roots I did your momma teach you how to do that thing you do Yeah, nothing sweeter than wild I’ll

I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I want the money, money and the cars, cars and the clothes Ah yeah Trey I fuckin' feel ya They be starin' at the money I like its unfamiliar I get it, I live it to me there's nothing realer Just enough'll solve

I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead I don't wanna be you I wanna make a lot of money But I don't wanna go to school I don't wanna get a real job It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do