Hotel Room Music - Nipsey Hussle

All I do is rap about the fast life

You can’t relate

You need to get your cash right

I must have been a flashlight in my last life

Because all I do is shine

So blow me like a bagpipe

Woodgrain and gold chains

I’m shutting down traffic I’m switching four lanes

I’m hanging out the window every which way

Every nigga not a pimp but every bitch pay

I’m hard on these hoes like every single day

Now I gotta lot of bitches in a lot of different states

I get a lot of pussy but I never got to pay

All money in is all a nigga got to say

Ugh, now one time for my young grind

I spend hundreds I smoke quarters and I fuck dimes

Got no love for broke bitches with no drive

I dropped out but I done fine

Right, I know you heard about them stages I’ve been murdering

Lighting my swisha’s up as they roll in my room servicing

Them shopping spree’s all the fly shit I’m purchasing

Tattoo’s on my face because now I know I’ll never work again

Them pretty bitches that know what their sole purpose is

For them emotions they be working with

The Kush I’m blowing inside of the coupe that I’m swerving in

Nigga, ugh, Slauson Av

Ugh, South Central State of Mind nigga

Uh, it’s the leak volume 1

And this is where I’m coming from nigga