| Hussle nigga
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| Slauson Ave
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| All money in no money out
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| No need to hate me, I’m supposed to be fly
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| You supposed to see my name up in lights
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| All money in, no money out that’s my life
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| Since you’d rather hate than show me love
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| I started on the block, then I rose to the top
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| Took some dollars out my stash, then I froze up my watch
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| These niggas got the nerve to be mad 'cause I’m poppin'
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| Knowin' damn well I’m on Crenshaw and Slauson
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| If they want, they can holler, that’s if they want problems
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| But they don’t cause they frauds, I’m the truth like Iver-
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| Son these niggas like they fathers
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| I’m walkin' out the bank, and I just made a deposit
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| It’s the second this week, both for a hundred-thousand
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| Dollars, I’m the definition of a baller
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| Young fresh nigga no high school diploma, no college
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| Still my future lookin' brighter than the lights on my impala
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| I’ma dog to these bitches, I don’t kiss her, I don’t call her
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| I’ma kick her out tonight, and I’m not gonna miss her tomorrow
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| On my Momma, I tell her, «look I got my own problems
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| Plus I’m married to the game and I’m all about my dollars»
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| No need to hate me, I’m supposed to be fly
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| You supposed to see my name up in lights
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| All money in, no money out that’s my life
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| Since you’d rather hate than show me love
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| I know what you think, you prolly think this shit easy
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| I can hear you talkin', hear you talkin' so greasy
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| Fuck what you say, 'cause this rap shit feeds me
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| Still Sixties on the wall, in all blue graffiti
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| I never fall, I never fail, and if I do
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| I bounce back and I prevail times two, mind you
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| I’m only twenty-two, when I was fresh outta jail
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| Damn near lost my deal, but a niggas still here
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| Still fear no man Sincere, no scam
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| No old school pictures with police shakin' hands
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| Always fought, never ran
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| Always bust, never jam
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| Never told on no niggas to advance my stance
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| Some niggas left it up to chance, I had to plot my plan
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| On the road to the riches and extensive cash
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| Two thousand on the jeans, I pop expensive tags
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| And I’m dumpin' out Kush, that’s expensive ash
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| No need to hate me, I’m supposed to be fly
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| You supposed to see my name up in lights
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| All money in, no money out that’s my life
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| Since you’d rather hate than show me love
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| They tell you I was G’d up
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| How I roll through life with my feet up
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| You can hate it, do you when you see us
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| But you ain’t like me
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| They tell you I was G’d up
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| M.O.B. |
| but the hoes don’t believe us
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| 'Cause the dudes like you, you do want to be us
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| But you ain’t like me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Money In , by - Nipsey Hussle. Song from the album Bullets Aint Got No Name Vol.2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп