All Money In

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]

Hussle nigga

Slauson Ave

All money in, no money out

[Chorus: June Summers]

No need to hate me, I’m supposed to be fly

You supposed to see my name up in lights

All money in, no money out that’s my life

Since you’d rather hate than show me love

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]

I started on the block, then I rose to the top

Took some dollars out my stash, then I froze up my watch

These niggas got the nerve to be mad ‘cause I’m poppin’

Knowin’ damn well I’m on Crenshaw and Slauson

If they want, they can holler, that’s if they want problems

But they don’t cause they frauds, I’m the truth like Iver-

Son these niggas like they fathers

I’m walkin’ out the bank, and I just made a deposit

It’s the second this week, both for a hundred-thousand

Dollars, I’m the definition of a baller

Young fresh nigga no high school diploma, no college

Still my future lookin’ brighter than the lights on my impala

I’ma dog to these bitches, I don’t kiss her, I don’t call her

I’ma kick her out tonight, and I’m not gonna miss her tomorrow

On my mama, I tell her, “Look, I got my own problems

Plus I’m married to the game and I’m all about my dollars”

[Chorus: June Summers]

No need to hate me, I’m supposed to be fly

You supposed to see my name up in lights

All money in, no money out that’s my life

Since you’d rather hate than show me love

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]

I know what you think, you prolly think this shit easy

I can hear you talkin’, hear you talkin’ so greasy

Fuck what you say, ‘cause this rap shit feeds me

Still Sixties on the wall, in all blue graffiti

I never fall, I never fail, and if I do

I bounce back and I prevail times two, mind you

I’m only twenty-two when I was fresh outta jail

Damn near lost my deal, but a nigga's still here

Still fear no man Sincere, no scam

No old school pictures with police shakin’ hands

Always fought, never ran

Always bust, never jam

Never told on no niggas to advance my stance

Some niggas left it up to chance, I had to plot my plan

On the road to the riches and extensive cash

Two thousand on the jeans, I pop expensive tags

And I’m dumpin’ out kush, that’s expensive ash

[Outro: June Summers]

No need to hate me, I’m supposed to be fly

You supposed to see my name up in lights

All money in, no money out that’s my life

Since you’d rather hate than show me love

They tell you I was G’d up

How I roll through life with my feet up

You can hate it, do you when you see us

But you ain’t like me

They tell you I was G’d up

M.O.B. but the hoes don’t believe us

‘Cause the dudes like you, you do want to be us

But you ain’t like me