6 AM In LA
| Title | 6 AM In LA |
|---|---|
| Artist | Indigo & embasin. |
| Album | rejects |
| Release Date | 2022-02-12 |
| Description | ? |
| 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 niggas 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 fucking on your bae East coast, west coast, climate change And no matter what, nigga I'ma still get paid [verse 1] And no matter what, nigga I'ma still get paid (Yeah) And these niggas 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, nigga smoking mid That shit 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, nigga yeah You know my fuckin' face Switching up like rubix cubes, these niggas fake Real deal slime, only hang with snakes Niggas gettin' lapped like this shit a race Got your bitch on my lap, and she tell me what she want Nigga like I'm playing [?] Bitch, every single day a Saturday I can only say this shit so many ways Got to go and get it, got to make a way I don't know if these niggas think I'm playin' Thought I told these niggas 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 bitch, and then I slay it Had a little bad bitch and I slayed her Real rockstar, something just like Slayer Really might just thrash your bitch up like a skater You might also like[Chorus] I get money money, yeah, cause its money to be made I think these niggas 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 fucking on your bae East coast, west coast, climate change And no matter what, nigga I'ma still get paid [verse 2] Yeah, ok, we gon' take this shit up a notch today We gon' [pour an extra line??] man this shit get crazy I just had some lyin' nigga getting brazy Yeah nigga, know I'm finna fuckin' blaze it And I'm having bands just like a parade These skinny ass jeans made by ricky mane Fifteen (15) hoes on my last day You can't fit these clothes nigga, cause you lame You can't get these clothes nigga, cause you can't I really do this this shit, What'd you think? Rockin' water like big fish in the sea We gon' cook this lil' bitch nigga, he not gang There he go with his bitch, put her on the gang I ain't have nothing, came back with bank Talking bout a ten, anything less get spent on drip Nigga what'd you think? Matter fact, fuck it nigga, break the bank Just spent a band on a Ricky tank Spent another band on some YSL With this bad bitch, 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, nigga you can't tell Pacific ocean water water nigga, you can sail I just hit your daughter nigga, she a ten [Chorus] I get money money, yeah, cause its money to be made I think these niggas 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 fucking on your bae East coast, west coast, climate change And no matter what, nigga I'ma still get paid [outro] No matter what nigga I'ma still get paid |