MANSION MUSIK lyrics

[Intro]
(I'm shy, oh my God)
Ha (Phew)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
n*ggas wanna be my kin, pus*y, you not my folks (Phew)
Ride around town in a Benz, put that b*tch on spokes (Phew)
Spent eight mil' on the crib, bought that b*tch with a moat (Phew)
b*tch, I just got rich, let's have a Goddamn toast (Phew)
Step on a n*gga in Ricks, got on a cranberry coat (Phew)
Yeah, it's me and my ho', snake eyes, b*tch, like I'm G.I. Joe (Phew)
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 (Phew), still gotta stick to the code (Phew)
Boy, I get in that mode, don't play with me, boy, this sh*t ain't for show
88 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 n*gga off that horse, feel like Django
Sendin' shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo
Call of Duty, b*tch, 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 ya' 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 sh*t up off the cell phones
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 sh*t lit like a damn candle
Pop a n*gga'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 f*ck your plans up
What's up in your head? You want some smoke? Some cancer
pus*y, get your bands up, codeine in the Fanta
Pull them poles on you n*ggas, turn you into dancers
Yeah, AK-47 with a damn banana
Turn a pus*y block into a damn bonanza
I got white like Hannah, proud of me like Tana
They got peach 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 putting me in handcuffs
[Outro]
Woo, woo, woo (Bosley), 800 gang
1400 (Bah), Big 14 (Bah), know what the f*ck going on (Bah, bah), gang