House Money

作曲 : Hykeem Carter/Evan Kobe Hood/Scott Bridgeway/Kendrick Lamar/Teo Halm/Floyd Nathaniel Hills/Mark Williams/Raul Cubina/Philip Andre Mueller/Steve Wightman/Philippe Renaux

The nights are cold— I've been alone—

I sit and wait— for her to come—

But what can I do— what can I say—

Please don't—

I took that girl to my pack, huh

I done seen too much disloyalty, that's why I never put girl in my stash, huh

She out here goin' body for body, and constantly makin' me mad, uh

She 'bout to be in the past, uh

She wake up 6 in the morning to work on her glutes and tear up her abs, huh

Pussy-nigga, get up and get out the house, get up and get off the couch

Pussy-nigga, what does your workin' amount? What is your effort amount?

Pussy-nigga, I had to jump off the porch, I had to work out the ground

Pussy-nigga, takin' a favorable route, you're takin' a favorable route, are you pussy, nigga?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, what? Ayy

Ayy, what? Ayy, ayy, what?

I'll keep my semen, if I'm in this bitch then I'm ready to crash out (Yeah)

I'm holdin' resentment, my mama so petty, she left me in back of the stash house (Yeah)

I packed out the building, if you at the show, then that mean that you ready to black out (Yeah)

That mean that it's too late to back out, the cameras is all 'bout the act now

I'll pack up your tribe, I still got the stripes

Don't run like you scuffin' at Hykeem

She's feelin' alive, the music is right, I fold that girl up like karate

Got two at a time, you blew up the spot, it's time you get boot from the lobby

I found me a new carbon copy 'cause you out here movin' too sloppy

Walkin' in the party, I don't fear nobody

What the ****? Powered up, who gon' stop me?

He a dub, she a bust and I'm godly

Is it fate, is it love? Probably

I smell something (What? What? Pussy, bah, pussy, what?)

I smell something (Brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt)

Ayy, what's a million to me, nigga?

Brought the back out the V, nigga

Fresh off the scene, nigga

Watch me gas up, leave niggas

We can hit the same ho, she bring that ass out for me different

He put his name on his chain, what the **** he got a name for?

Niggas know my name, what the **** I need the chain for?

If it ain't no hoes, what the **** I get the space for?

Truck to the jet, what the ****?

I'm a young-ass mother****er

If I tell you what I did, you would never trust her

I'ma call it as I see it, you should never cuff her, I'd never love her

I'm a dumb-ass bitch, I like my bitch dumber

Do not give your heart to a bitch

When my dog in Barcelona, they sold- off that bitch

I can tell this your first bad bitch, you elated 'bout that shit

Me, I'm jaded 'bout that shit, I'm complacent 'bout that shit, uh, ah

Walkin' in the party, I don't fear nobody

What the ****? Powered up, who gon' stop me?

He a dub, she a bust and I'm godly

Is it fate, is it love? Probably (Whew-whew, whew)

I smell something (What? What? Pussy, bah, pussy, what?)

I smell something (Brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt)