Call From the Bank Songtext
von Nipsey Hussle

Uh, uh, look

Just got a call from my bank
To tell me that we here to get it, keep doing my thing
The boy′s on fire, money wires everyday
It's a natural known fact I′m the hottest in LA
It's all money here, that's all I gotta say
Got ′em repping down in Dangle Las Vegas to the Bay
Even on the east, they never hesitate
They shouting out my words from the crowd towards the stage
And you know I′m getting paid, yeah, you know I'm getting paid


Look, marathon life, it′s all about the pace
Lot of niggas running sprints, but they never win the race
You don't see me at the shop, I′m probably outta state
In my fly hotel, working on my mixtape
Standing on the couches later on that day
Champagne models pouring bottles on their face
The S is for success and that's why I love the hate
They mad ′cause I can, and I'm happy 'cause they can′t
Yeah, I′m happy 'cause they can′t
It's that feel good, you know

Shout-out to my enemies, shout-out to the facts
We the ones they pretend to be
Rappers with their gangbang identity
But imitation is the highest form of humility
Then my phone rang, it was Killa B
That′s a bad bitch, plus she get her cheese
Know I'm feeling her, I know she feeling me
But we don′t even fuck, we do some different things
Take her to the church, she tryna take me to her church
Just being self, that's the only way to make it work


Sweet Sadie, drop top Mercedes
Blowing that Obama with some old school playin'
PCH, switching lane feel amazing
Life is everything I said I would make it
Love my niggas, so bread, I′m gon′ break it
20 racks, 50 racks, hundred racks, run it back
If that ain't fly cripping, what the fuck is that
Type of life I′m living, you know nothing 'bout
Gotta fly first class if you wanna talk
Louis on the duffel bag pick a airport
We can be there tonight, baby, therefore

You know, I gotta say, the motherfucking marathon continues
Yeah, yeah, late night, top off, her hair blowing in the wind, nigga smoking on that good
Feeling oh so hood, yeah, told you, yeah, this is volume one
A′ight, Hussle, motherfucker, hey, Rallo
Hey, yeah, hey
Yo-yo-yo-yo