Hotel Suite

All that

Yeah, but really

I just got this dough in my pocket

These hoes be jockin'

This weight on my shoulder

All these clothes in my closet

V12 engines, beautiful women

This life is a blast, ****

When you the one winnin'

Liquor in my kidneys

Yac when I'm sippin'

Black Escalade

With all of my ****

Calls from them prisons

From careless decisions

Tryna upgrade your livin'

Tryna spin off your pivot

I relate though, my ****

So I shoot you that green dot

We fuckin' these bitches, 2013 Aaliyahs

We fly to these countries in 501 Levi's

I'm so west side, ****, arriba, arriba

These **** be hatin', but really, I see why

Hunnid a show, so gas up the G5

That's one of my goals, ****, know I complete mine

I think it, I do it, it's part of my design

Yeah, in a hotel suite, with a famous freak

Yeah, told her do her thing, she ain't even blink

Uh, took her off her feet, put her on that sink

Ay, everything by choice, but she came for me

Look, so I got that flight, you should probably chief

Yeah, shots of Patrón, make your body weak

Look, and I ain't gon' stop till we fuck up your sheets

Look, then I wake you up and just fuck up your sleep

Young **** with no conscience

Corporate cards in my wallet

Bitch tell me, I'm awesome

I'm like, duh, bitch, I'm on Slauson

Life's short, there's no promise

Party hard like New Orleans

Crack a pint and then pour it

But I don't ever start snorin'

Foot to gas, I keep floorin'

Stop lookin' that could be yours

I just wrote a fuckin' book

It's the taking money, thesaurus

All I know is get more

All I know is just flourish

Started off on that porridge

Now it's shrimp tempura

Crab and lobster on Collins

**** all skipped college

Ended up as them bosses

All I know is, we poppin'

All I know is I got it

TMC, that's my logic

Marathon, ain't no stoppin'

That's the way I get all this

Los Angeles royal shit

County jail, Top Ram shit

Court tank, gang brawl shit

Smokin', smellin' like dog shit

Have you feeling like, oh, shit

I gotta go home, I gotta get up out

Then you scratch your head, tryna find a route

You gotta figure it out

Gotta buy a Benz, buy a house, stay confident while you try it out

Really, do this type of shit that these rappin' **** be lyin' about

Be lyin' about, they trickin' hoes, they flyin' out

Bitches call me like, come through

I'm like, yeah, boo, I'm about to wear you out

Yeah, in a hotel suite, with a famous freak

Yeah, told her do her thing, she ain't even blink

Uh, took her off her feet, put her on that sink

Ay, everything by choice, but she came for me

Look, so I got that flight, you should probably chief

Yeah, shots of Patrón, make your body weak

Look, and I ain't gon' stop till we fuck up your sheets

Look, then I wake you up and just fuck up your sleep