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A Hunnit A Show (feat. Rick Ross) - Nipsey Hussle (Mailbox Money)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nipsey Hussle
Nipsey Hussle
Vocals
HitBoy
HitBoy
Programming
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
HitBoy
HitBoy
Composer
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Lyrics
Ermias Asghedom
Ermias Asghedom
Songwriter
Nipsey Hussle
Nipsey Hussle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HitBoy
HitBoy
Producer
Nipsey Hussle
Nipsey Hussle
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Plug
In this
[Verse 2]
Yeah, look
Need a hunnid a show so we can fly in a jet
Fuck with you girl, you always ready for sex
Keep my eye on this game and let the money invest
And **** I'ma die for my fuckin' respect
[Verse 3]
You fuckin' with a young ****
Two twelves in the trunk ****
Havin' everything he want ****
Life on the rush ****
Probably never get enough ****
All he wanna do is stunt
**** always lookin' up to him
Whole spot goin' up to him
New money gettin' stuck to him
Life, it was rough to him
Skinny **** he was buff to it
Tryin' to do it like Puff do it
Do it like Russ do it
[Verse 4]
Real life said, "Wassup?" to it
Need a Benz ****, fuck Buick
Made a plan and I stuck to it
I'm the man, you a bluff to us
Small talk's such a sus' to us
The money is a must to us
We came from these corners but we at it 'til we affluent
You gotta bring your guts to it
Tryna get it to the point they gotta bring it in a truck to us
[Verse 5]
Need a hunnit a show so we can fly in a jet, yeah
Fuck with you girl, you always ready for sex
Keep my eye on this game and let the money invest
And **** I'ma die for my fuckin' respect
[Verse 6]
All them blogs never shook a ****
Hunnid racks just to book a ****
Greatest ever like a Brooklyn ****
All this ice here is hard to overlook a ****
Fell in love with that fast money
50 racks on that back end
Walk through cost four bricks
Maybach's when I back in
LAX, Nip roll that pound
Poolside of that polo lounge
MOB bitch, hold that down
Pinky ring, go Rolex crown
[Verse 7]
Testify, never go that route
Black bottles, that Moet out
My first mil', I had a Kodak smile
Tell the plug bring more back now
Fake jewels never tolerate it
Pray Boobee case exhonerated
Every night I thank God I made it
Every night I thank God I made it
My bitch bad like Paula Patton
Big ass mansion from all that rappin'
Tell the police, call the captain
Mothafucka, I'ma start the clappin'
[Verse 8]
Yeah, look
Need a hunnid a show so we can fly in a jet
Fuck with you girl, you always ready for sex
Keep my eye on this game and let the money invest
And **** I'ma die for my fuckin' respect
(Maybach Music)
Written by: Ermias Asghedom, William Leonard Roberts II
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