6 AM In LA lyrics

[intro]
[indigo, ok embasin]
Uh, watching the sun come up right now (no cap)
Uh, uh, no cap

[Chorus]
I get money money, yeah, cause its money to be made
I think these n*ggas funny, uh, and they don't get paid
Every single day, I gotta go make a way (Uh)
6am in LA, last night I was at the bank (Uh)
6am in LA, but I'm thinkin' bout the A
It was 2PM in New York and I had to catch that plane (Uh)
The night before that, on the top floor, I was f*cking on your bae
East coast, west coast, climate change
And no matter what, n*gga I'ma still get paid

[Verse 1]
And no matter what, n*gga I'ma still get paid (Yeah)
And these n*ggas still gon' hate, yeah, and my fans still gon' rage
And I still put that sht on every single day, oh yеah
And I'm still rollin' real deal cool, like I'm in a Wraith
That boy rollin' up rеal deal boof, n*gga smoking mid
That sh*t ain't okay
Still throwin' up real deal racks through the roof
Every single day I'm paid
Still riding round the city, and I'm in the coupe, n*gga yeah
You know my f*ckin' face
Switching up like rubix cubes, these n*ggas fake
Real deal slime, only hang with snakes
n*ggas gettin' lapped like this sh*t a race
Got your b*tch on my lap, and she tell me what she want
n*gga like I'm playing [?]
b*tch, every single day a Saturday
I can only say this sh*t so many ways
Got to go and get it, got to make a way
I don't know if these n*ggas think I'm playin'
Thought I told these n*ggas that I do not play
It's obvious, they not hearing what I'm saying
Grey hair, Ultra AC Super Saiyan
[?] foreign drip, but still hating
Me and my twin got the same shoes
But they different shades, yeah we paid
Hop up on the track b*tch, and then I slay it
Had a little bad b*tch and I slayed her
Real rockstar, something just like Slayer
Really might just thrash your b*tch up like a skater
[Chorus]
I get money money, yeah, cause its money to be made
I think these n*ggas funny, uh, and they don't get paid
Every single day, I gotta go make a way (Uh)
6am in LA, last night I was at the bank (Uh)
6am in LA, but I'm thinkin' bout the A
It was 2PM in New York and I had to catch that plane (Uh)
The night before that, on the top floor, I was f*cking on your bae
East coast, west coast, climate change
And no matter what, n*gga I'ma still get paid

[Verse 2]
Yeah, ok, we gon' take this sh*t up a notch today
Upper echelon, man this sh*t get crazy
I just had some lyin' n*gga getting brazy
Yeah n*gga, know I'm finna f*ckin' blaze it
And I'm having bands just like a parade
These skinny ass jeans made by ricky mane
Fifteen hoes want my last name
You can't fit these clothes n*gga, cause you lame
You can't get these clothes n*gga, cause you can't
I really do this this sh*t, What'd you think?
Rockin' water like big fish in the sea
We gon' cook this lil' b*tch n*gga, he not gang
There he go with his b*tch, put her on the gang
I ain't have nothing, came back with bank
Talking bout a ten, anything less get spent on drip
n*gga what'd you think?
Matter fact, f*ck it n*gga, break the bank
Just spent a band on a Ricky tank
Spent another band on some YSL
With this bad b*tch, and she fine as hell
Oh yeah, and you know
Me and twin never going right back to the jail
And know me and twin came a long way from that flame and hell
Havin' racks on us, n*gga you can't tell
Pacific ocean water water n*gga, you can sail
I just hit your daughter n*gga, she a ten
[Chorus]
I get money money, yeah, cause its money to be made
I think these n*ggas funny, uh, and they don't get paid
Every single day, I gotta go make a way (Uh)
6am in LA, last night I was at the bank (Uh)
6am in LA, but I'm thinkin' bout the A
It was 2PM in New York and I had to catch that plane (Uh)
The night before that, on the top floor, I was f*cking on your bae
East coast, west coast, climate change
And no matter what, n*gga I'ma still get paid

[Outro]
No matter what n*gga I'ma still get paid