House on the Hill lyrics

[Intro]
(PLURBS)
(Reapyy)
(Ess, shut the f*ck up)

[Chorus]
Ayy, all these racks, this sh*t gettin' scary
Ayy, I fell in love with the guap, we married
Ayy, young n*gga havin' the cheese, like a dairy
New hundred counter, the old one get buried
Off White, we don't rock this sh*t with Amiri
VVS diamonds, you see my sh*t clearly
I pop my sh*t on these ho's and they feel me (Ayy)
I put they racks in the sink, they was filthy (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Wake up and get to a bag and I get to it fast, like a n*gga got Heelys
I put my foot on the gas, my car go fast, do a stunt, I can make it do wheelies
Diamonds, they cold and this b*tch got me chilly
Throw up them racks in the air, it's windy
Got up my hood in this b*tch, like I'm Kenny
I drop the top, the car look like a chimney
All of this money, I thought she gon' shake it (Ayy)
I make it fall and the b*tch gotta rake it (Ayy)
Need more waters, I'm tippin' the waitress
It get hot in this b*tch, the sh*t gettin' dangerous
I'm with the [?], I don't gotta be famous
Money that talk and we speak the same language
[?] you can't even name it
I'ma hop in the coupe, hit the gas and then slang it
[Chorus]
Ayy, all these racks, this sh*t gettin' scary
Ayy, I fell in love with the guap, we married
Ayy, young n*gga havin' the cheese, like a dairy
New hundred counter, the old one get buried
Off White, we don't rock this sh*t with Amiri
VVS diamonds, you see my sh*t clearly
I pop my sh*t on these ho's and they feel me (Ayy)
I put they racks in the sink, they was filthy (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
We finna chill, I want a house on the hill
I'm tryna run up these digits, I'm tryna count up these bills
If you grew up like me, I don't even gotta talk 'cause you know how it feels (You know)
Thumbin' through hundreds of bills (Yeah)
That sh*t it give you the chills (Ayy, ayy)
I'm rockin' Rick, for real (Ayy)
I'm rockin' Raf, for real (Yeah)
Givenchy and Louie and [?] (Ayy)
What the boss smokin' so loud that it's seal (Sealed)
Wopster sick, ew
Car sick, ew
Not your average rapper (Nah), I'm a big deal (For sure)
I kick big sh*t (Ayy), I make big spills (Yeah)
Pull up, foreign whip (Skrrt), it got big wheels (For sure)
I'm smokin' medicated (Med), yeah, this sh*t real
Hungry and I'm dedicated, gotta get meals
[Chorus]
Ayy, all these racks, this sh*t gettin' scary
Ayy, I fell in love with the guap, we married
Ayy, young n*gga havin' the cheese, like a dairy
New hundred counter, the old one get buried
Off White, we don't rock this sh*t with Amiri
VVS diamonds, you see my sh*t clearly
I pop my sh*t on these ho's and they feel me (Ayy)
I put they racks in the sink, they was filthy (Ayy)