MANSION MUSIK

歌詞

(I'm shy, oh my God) Ha Yeah, yeah Niggas wanna be my kin, pussy, you not my folks, uh Ridin' 'round town in a Benz, put that bitch on spokes Spent eight mil' on a crib, bought that bitch with a moat Bitch, I just got rich, let's have a goddamn toast Step on a nigga in Ricks, got on a cranberry coat Yeah, it's just me and my ho, snake eyes, bitch, like a G.I. Joe Baby, sit back, just smoke my dope, go get your brother, I heard that he croak Put that on your mother, I know y'all hoes, still gotta stick to the code Boy, I get in that mode, don't play with me, boy, this shit ain't for show Eighty-eight keys, no piano, gotta get it how you live, that's my MO Yeah, she want the whole thing, not the demo Pull in through a tunnel in my Maybach limo Yeah, she want double trouble, that's akimbo Whip her head back and forth, not no Willow Get that nigga out that horse, feel like Django Sendin' shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo Call of Duty, bitch, pull up with commandos I might buy a yacht, feel like Jack Sparrow Posted in the field like a damn scarecrow And my brother sellin' white like some ashy elbows Shawty, what's your name? Put you in Chanel, ho I ain't even at the beach, but I could send some shells, ho Gotta get the all-black Ricks, shell toes Keep all of that gangster shit up off the cell phone My brother in the hole, we can't talk off the jail phone With my brothers in the streets, man, I feel like Elmo Sending all the shots and I got all the ammo Got this shit lit like a damn candle Pop a nigga's top like a damn canned good Chrome Heart shades look like some Ray-Bans, yeah Red car, red bag, feel like Santa Red bandana, here to fuck your plans up What's up in your head? You want some smoke, some cancer? Pussy, get your bands up, codeine in the Fanta Put them poles on you niggas, turn you into dancers Yeah, AK-47 with a damn banana, uh Turn a pussy block into a damn bonanza I got white like Hannah, proud of me like Tana They got pigs at they crib like they in Alabama Sippin' 1942 mixed with Tropicana Pour a four, skadoosh, Kung Fu Panda With the gangsters and the robbers chilling in Atlanta Feds hit the trap, throw the codeine in the blammer I'm on Magnolia, cops puttin' me in handcuffs 800 gang 1400 (Bah) Big 14 (Bah), know what the fuck going on (Bah) Gang (Bah), gang (I'm shy, oh my God)