WhiteHouse, Vol. 2 lyrics
by Babyface Ray
[Intro: DaeMoney]
(DODBH)
WhiteHouse, Volume 2, n*gga
The youngest
(Ooh, DODBH)
[Verse 1: DaeMoney]
Hellcat dash two hundred, b*tch, I been gettin' money
f*ck her off the Percs, she love it, y'all lil' n*ggas too funny
Nine-fifty for the sink, stay ugly
AK pistol have a n*gga runnin', yeah
Drop an eight and I go to sleep
Y'all boys can't f*ck with me
Palbearers, you f*ck with me
I'm the man, hoes f*ck for free
I'm DaeMoney, who the f*ck is he?
I'm DaeMoney, who the f*ck is he?
[Verse 2: Brooks]
Ayy, I'm Brooks, baby, turn your b*tch free
Been f*ckin' hoes by the twos and threes
We chewin' Percs, we sellin' beans
We drinkin' fours, we ain't sellin' no lean
b*tch say she into finer things
Shootin' dice in designer jeans
[Verse 3: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shoot dice in designer jeans, she just wanna try the lean
Plug me out, supply the team, b*tch, ayy
f*ck these n*ggas hatin' on me
Plastic and it's paper on me
My dog don't wanna work for sh*t
Just mask up and come take it from 'em
The sneaks I rock an even rack, why you got the laces funny?
Let's flick the bag, go buy a seal, we can pour some drank or somethin'
[Interlude: Veeze]
Okay
Yeah, we can pour some drank or somethin'
Yeah
[Verse 4: Veeze]
I'm glo'd up like 3Hunna
And my pop three hundred
f*ck your man, cheat on him
Tapped out, no cheese on him
Got PT, we want it
Hold on, R.I.P. my n*gga Chola
More mud in the soda
Hold on, pray for my n*ggas in Dakota
They thought I punched my views, went up like I got promoted
They thought I was from the East 'cause I be sellin' sh*t on Coney
Troops behind you with a thousand, kid, you gotta learn how to focus
Think we lackin', play it crazy, boy, and paint your ass like Mona
I just be gettin' the head, she throw me the pus*y, but I don't want it
Yeah, I'm a cold n*gga, but I be drippin', might catch pneumonia
We don't be shootin' up houses, left your house and get up on you
Slimed so many n*ggas, I look in the mirror and see a cobra
Veeze, who the f*ck is you? My Fanta look like pumpkin
And we sellin' pumpkins too, n*gga
[Outro: Veeze]
Give a f*ck about none of y'all n*ggas, man
I f*ck around with a lot of sh*t, but I don't f*ck with you
Yeah
Yeah