Hotel Suite

But really I just got this dough in my pocket, these hoes, they be jocking This weight on my shoulder, all these clothes in my closet V-12 engines, beautiful women This life is a blast, nigga, when you the one in it Liquor my kidney, yack when I'm sipping Black escalade with all of my niggas Calls from them prisons from careless decisions Tryna upgrade your living, tryna spin off your pivot I relate to my nigga so I shoot you that green dot We fucking these bitches, 2013 aaliyahs We fly to these countries in 501 Levis It's so west side, nigga, arriba, arriba Evening is d8 but really I see why Hundred a show so gas up the g5 Just one of my goals, nigga, you know I complete mine I'm thinking I do it, it's part of my bees hive In a hotel suite with a famous freak Told her to do her thing, she don't even blink Took her off her feet, put her on that sink Everything about choice but she came for me Look, so I got that flight, you should probably chief Shots of patrone make your body weak Look, and I ain't gonna stop till we fuck up your sheets Look, then I wake you up and just fuck up your sleep Young nigga with no conscience, corporate cards in my wallet Bitch tell me I'm awesome I'm like doh, bitch, I'm hussle Life is short, it's no promise, party hard like new orleans Crack a pint near portland but I ain't never start snoring Put the gas I keep flooring, stop looking, that could be yours I just rolled a fucking? to take your money for sure All I know is get more, all I know is just flourish Started out on that porch, now? niggas all skip college Ended up as them bosses, all I know is we popping All I know is we got it, tmc, that's my logic Marathon, ain't no stopping, that's the way I get all this Los angeles, raw shit, county jail, top raw shit Smoke and smelling like dog shit How you feeling like oh, shit, I gotta get home, I gotta get up out Just scratch your head, you gotta find your route, you gotta figure it out Gotta buy bands, buy a house, stay confident while you try it out Really do this type of shit that these rapping niggas be lying about Be lying about, they tricking hoes, they flying out Bitches call me like come through I'm like yeah, boo, I'm bout to grab you out In a hotel suite with a famous freak Told her to do her thing, she don't even blink Took her off her feet, put her on that sink Everything about choice but she came for me Look, so I got that flight, you should probably chief Shots of patrone make your body weak Look, and I ain't gonna stop till we fuck up your sheets Look, then I wake you up and just fuck up your sleep