Hotel Suite Lyrics - Nipsey Hussle

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 

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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 

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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