MANSION MUSIK

[Intro]

(I'm shy, oh my God)

Ha (Phew)

Yeah, yeah

[Verse]

Niggas wanna be my kin, pussy, you not my folks (Phew)

Ride around town in a Benz, put that bitch on spokes (Phew)

Spent eight mil' on the crib, bought that bitch with a moat (Phew)

Bitch, I just got rich, let's have a Goddamn toast (Phew)

Step on a nigga in Ricks, got on a cranberry coat (Phew)

Yeah, it's me and my ho', snake eyes, bitch, 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 shit 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 nigga off that horse, feel like Django

Sendin' shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo

Call of Duty, bitch, 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 shit up off the cell phone

My brother in the ho 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 shit lit like a damn candle

Pop a nigga'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 **** your plans up

What's up in your head? You want some smoke? Some cancer

Pussy, get your bands up, codeine in the Fanta

Pull them poles on you niggas, turn you into dancers

Yeah, AK-47 with a damn banana

Turn a pussy 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 **** going on (Bah, bah)

Gang, gang (I'm shy, oh my God)