Pressa, Houdini - Mansion lyrics

Uh, ayy we kick her out of the mansion
Ayy, y'all, look uh

She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon' get yourself kicked
Out of the mansion, you dumb bitch
Small things
Like look how much niggas you come with
She, uh, she put on a dress and blow trumpets
We, uh
Kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don't wanna hang
And do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions

I just bought a Cuban but
Feel like I got finessed
Heard jewelers mixin' diamonds
Wanna know if I got stretched
My nigga lookin' at life
But can't imagine doing that
His lawyer a hundred thousand
Try and come up here with half
I still pull up on anywhere
With money on my head
I I be with them golden childs
Gold all in they dreads
And I know some bitch niggas
With problems they won't address
You see, I done lost my nigga
Ain't no tellin' where he went
I was on the corner eating
Rice and chicken bowls
I knew I could trust that bitch with
Twenty bands that she would hold
Screaming Wassi in every song, man, this
Shit will never get old, uh
Pure cocaine, if it's not, it won't get sold

She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon' get yourself kicked
Out of the mansion, you dumb bitch
Small things
Like look how much niggas you come with
She, uh, she put on a dress and blow trumpets
We, uh
Kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don't wanna hang
And do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions

I just bought some work, and that ho' bad
I ain't get kawalled
Now her niggas dope impaired, they
Really thinkin' that it's raw, uh
I was getting the pack all day for my pops
Uh i was serving the crack cocaine
In my mom's house
Buckets circle the trap all night
Merry-go-round
Whatever you do in the dark might come to
The light if they talk about it
Bet you wanna come put up a fight
You gotta be grown about it
I could stomp big racks up in these mics
Don't got illegal money
That nigga, he got shot up in his eye
He never seen it comin'
I never even gave that bitch a
Blah, I told her, "Beat it, honey"
Got so many options, can't even decide
Too many labels want me
Up in the mansion and we livin' life, nigga
We made of money

She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon' get yourself kicked
Out of the mansion, you dumb bitch
Small things
Like look how much niggas you come with
She, uh, she put on a dress and blow trumpets
We, uh
Kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don't wanna hang
And do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions
(Ayy)

My bitch don't wanna hang with your bitch
My bitch don't wanna hang with your bitch