At the House lyrics

[Intro]
(Izze The Producer)
Uh-huh
Ayy, what up?
It’s Dolph
I do this sh*t for real, my n*gga

[Verse 1]
That two-seater, fully loaded (Skrrt)
This Swisher Sweet, fully loaded (Damn)
This wrist piece, fully loaded
So this four five, fully loaded (Baow)
Them young n*ggas, I can’t control 'em
Pull up with a thirty thousand dollar motor
Eyes low, 'cause I'm never sober, 'cause I’m a mud drinker and a strong smoker
Got a little b*tch that get money out pure passion and strokers
My old head n*gga said, “You get too much money, young n*gga stay focused!”
Had an out of state plug when I was nineteen n*gga, so I ain’t ever been local
Jumped in this rap game, spent a little bit of change, brought the streets with me, now it’s time to take over!
That’s that Paper Route Empire sh*t
Got a white girl that like to twerk, and she on that Miley Cyrus sh*t
Don’t need no pen, don’t need no paper
Just give me a track, and I’ll demolish it
I’m on the other side of the country, with fifty Ps in my closet, b*tch!

[Chorus]
I have the bread in the house
In the bed, in the couch (Ayy)
I came up with a multi-million dollar plan at the house (Word)
I don't trust these hoes, so I don’t get head at the house (Hell no)
I just woke up out a nightmare, f*cking feds ran in the house
Press up CDs at the house, weighing Ps at the house (Yup, yup)
Hell nah, I ain’t never had no keys at the house
Lotta pistols, a hundred thousand dollar wardrobe at the house (Hey)
Fresh as f*ck and strapped up, every time I leave the house (Uh-huh)
[Verse 2]
I got no cable at the house, just plenty paper at the house
I ain’t talking hoes when I say I got flavors at the house
Stack my paper to the ceiling, went and bought mama a house
Said, “Mama, do me a favor, and keep yo ass up out the South.”
Now mama waving at her white neighbors, just chillin at the house
But daddy just like me, that n*gga still running in and out
What you doing in the hood dad? “Young n*gga watch your mouth”
My mama just called me tipsy, say she brought me in and she’ll take me out (What?)
Godamn, what the f*ck? Yeah I’m still dealin' with this
Daddy just like me, south Memphis n*gga, that’s real n*gga sh*t (It's Dolph)
Hood n*gga run through a couple hundred bands while I’m eating on a box of Popeyes
I’m connected like Wi-Fi
n*gga that’s why

[Chorus]
I have the bread in the house
In the bed, in the couch (Ayy)
I came up with a multi-million dollar plan at the house (Word)
I don't trust these hoes, so I don’t get head at the house (Hell no)
I just woke up out a nightmare, f*cking feds ran in the house
Press up CDs at the house, weighing Ps at the house (Yup, yup)
Hell nah, I ain’t never had no keys at the house
Lotta pistols, a hundred thousand dollar wardrobe at the house (Hey)
Fresh as f*ck and strapped up, every time I leave the house (Uh-huh)