MANSION MUSIK

(I'm shy, oh, my God) Yeah, yeah Niggas wanna be my kin, pussy, you not my folks Ride around town in a Benz, put that bitch on spokes Spent eight mil' on the crib, bought that bitch with a boat Bitch, I just got rich, let's have a goddamn toast Step on a nigga in Ricks, got on a cranberry coat Yeah, it's me and my hoe, snake eyes, bitch, like I'm G.I. Joe 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 Still gotta stick to the code 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, hoe I ain't even at the beach, but I could send some shells, hoe Gotta get the all-black Ricks, shell-toes Keep all of that gangster shit up, off the cell phone My brother in the hole, we can't talk off the jail phone With my brother in th 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 fuck 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 pigs 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 (Whew, whew, whew) 800 Gang 1400 (bah), Big 14 (bah), know what the fuck going on (bah), damn (bah) (I'm shy, oh, my God)