Mansion

Uh, ayy

We kick her out of the mansion

Ay, y'all, look

Uh

She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit

You gon' get yourself kicked out of the mansion you dumb bitch

Small things, I look with how many niggas you come with

She uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets

We uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction

We known to fuck up the city, destruction

My bitch just don't wanna hanging, do cute shit

She keep on making up stupid assumptions

I just bought a Cuban but feel like I got finessed

Her jewelers mixing diamonds, wanna know if I got stretched

My nigga lookin' at life, but can't imagine doing that

His lawyer a hundred thousand, try to come up your own half

I sped, pull up anywhere with money on my head

I, I be with them golden childs, go all in they dreads

I know some bitch niggas with problems they won't address

You see I done lost my nigga ain't no tellin' where he went

I was on the corner eating rice and chicken bones (bones)

I know I could trust that bitch with 20 bands, that she would hold

Screaming Wassi in every song man shit shit will never get old (uh)

Pure cocaine, if it's not it won't get sold

She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit

You gon' get yourself kicked out of the mansion you dumb bitch

Small things, I look with how many niggas you come with

She uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets

We uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction

We known to fuck up the city, destruction

My bitch just don't wanna hanging, do cute shit

She keep on making up stupid assumptions

I just bought some work, and that ho' bad, I ain't get Ka walled

Now her niggas dope impaired, they really thinkin' that its raw, uh

I was getting the pack all day for my pops, uh

I was serving the crack cocaine in my mom's house

Buckets circle the trap all night, merry-go-round

Whatever you do in the dark might come to the light if they talk about it

Bet you wanna come put up a fight, you gotta be grown about it

I could stomp big racks up in these mics, don't got illegal money

That nigga, he got shot up in his eye, he never seen it comin'

I never even gave that bitch a blah, I told her "beat it, honey"

Got so many options, can't even decide, too many labels want me

Up in the mansion and we livin' life, nigga, we made of money

She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit

You gon' get yourself kicked out of the mansion, you dumb bitch

Small things, like look how much niggas you come with

She, uh, she put on a dress and blow trumpets

We, uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction

We known to fuck up the city, destruction

My bitch just don't wanna hang and do cute shit

She keep on making up stupid assumptions (ay)

My bitch don't wanna hang with your bitch

My bitch don't wanna hang with your bitch