Mansion

作词 : Dimarjio Jenkins/Quinton Gardner/Vincent van den Ende

作曲 : Dimarjio Jenkins/Quinton Gardner/Vincent van den Ende

Oh, aye

We kick her out of the mansion

Ayo, 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, like 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 **** up the city, destructio

My niggas just don't wanna hang and do cute shi

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 and come up here with half

I still pull up on anywhere with money on my head

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

I know some niggas with problems they won't addres

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

I was on the corner eating rice and chicken bones

I know I could trust that nigga with twenty bands, that she would hol

Screaming Wassi in every song, man, that shit will never get old

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, like 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 **** up the city, destructio

My niggas just don't wanna hang and do cute shi

She keep on making up stupid assumptions

I just bought some work, and that ho bad, I am

Now her niggas, they really thinkin' that its raw (Uh)

I was getting the pack all day for my pops (Uh)

I was serving that crack cocaine in my moms house

Circle the trap all night, merry-go-round

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

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

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

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

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 on me

Open the mansion and we livin' life, nigga we made the 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 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 **** up the city, destructio

My niggas just don't wanna hang and do cute shi

She keep on making up stupid assumptions

My bitch don't wanna hang with your bitc

My bitch don't wanna hang with your bitc