| Look I’m a stay fresh
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| Y’all stay bummy,
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| Y’all can chase pussy,
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| I’m a chase money
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| You only live once and niggas die young,
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| You live by the bullet you’re gonna die by the gun,
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| I’m coming off Slauson where niggas hate your guts,
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| And… be riding high, niggas wanna set you up,
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| They probably jealous of it never get enough,
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| They say money ain’t the root of all evil, nigga say whaaat?
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| Look into my eyes and tell me what you see,
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| I’ve been on the grind since the age of fourteen,
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| Started with a quota, bought my first buck
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| Bought my first gun, said fuck it then I bust
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| It ain’t the ones I fucked off it’s the ones I fucked with,
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| Ain’t the ones I trap trade, it’s the ones I trusted,
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| Jealousy and envy see it all around me,
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| Looking for nip hussle on the block is where they found me,
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| I’m like ooooh, get ready,
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| I got my mind on a whole 'nother setting,
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| When they see me they say Nip where ya heading,
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| And I be like on my way to the cheddar
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| Look look look,
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| Slauson boy swag,
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| Check out my demeanor,
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| Gold cuban links, bullet proof beemers,
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| Duffle bag money I ain’t never had a visa,
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| And if sports was hip hop I be balling all season,
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| Cops can’t stop us,
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| Rolex watches, homes foreclose when the popo’s caught us,
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| County jail state pen time is nothing,
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| Bounce back and now I’m about to take raps top honors,
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| Cause,
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| I’m on the block with these rocks,
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| Posted loked, lowkey so Johnny think I’m smoking,
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| Focused on nothing more than getting to my quota,
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| Hoping the block well before they start patrolling,
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| I’m knowing, they watching us binoculars is scoping,
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| Bumping up the smokers trying ask me where I sold it,
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| My mind state money over everything underneath the sun, and death out the
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| barrel of my gun, go bang,
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| Don’t ask me why I gang bang,
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| It’s easy, believe me, the coppers they need me,
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| I pay they salary, they know my calories with weight,
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| Too heavy to stop, I’m chopping down ounces, halfs,
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| Sevens, boulders, dimes, nicks, watever,
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| I’m going forever I’m never gon stop it,
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| So don’t holla at me unless money is the topic. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1 for the Money , by - Nipsey Hussle. Song from the album The Leaks, Vol 1., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп