In This House (feat. Gucci Mane)

Actin' like they killers, but them niggas just some hoes We act like this a studio, this really just a trap Everything we got, we had to whip it out the bowl Before we shake your hand, we'd rather slap you with the strap A million cash in hunnids, now they bring it to the door (Racks) 20k for a coat that I ain't even wore This bitch so bad, I let her shop, I made 'em close the store She think she tricking me, but bitch don't know my pockets swole (The money) Big bankroll, top floor South Beach (Top) Long money Gucci, ask your bitch 'bout me (Ask) Penthouse suite, four hoes, two weeks And all my shooters shootin; .223's 'bout me, wop Pick 'em with the AK-47 Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty But all the ho shit still so smelly Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga (Hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house) (There's some hoes in this house There's some hoes in this house) Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Pick 'em with the AK-47 Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty But all the ho shit still so smelly Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Boy, you been a ho I remember, ho You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's friend or foe Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes Boy you been a ho since Arsenio Fuckin' bitch, put her in the figure four Scope on the gun, better visual Silencer make the bullets tippy-toe I don't give a fuck, never gave a fuck 'Cause I always knew that a better day'd come Haven't been asleep, seven day run Never knew how a Chevrolet run Ice Cube, Eazy-E, Ren, and Dre I am the new NWA Nigga with a AK-47 Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Take lives like students took lessons Jail time, felt like it took seconds I'm a Goodfella, was a dope seller All these ho niggas must be Hochella (There's some hoes in this house There's some hoes in this house) (There's some hoes in this house There's some hoes in this house) Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven You a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with a AK-47 Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty But all the ho shit still so smelly Nigga with a AK-47 Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty But all the ho shit still so smelly Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga No bullshit, my nigga I'm pushin' my triggers They lookin' for niggas in bushes, my nigga In the ocean, in the lake, in the woods, in the rivers They skies was gray and the bullets was silver Young Money on friend and my lady, my nigga You front on your money, you quittin', my nigga We kill you by breakfast and cook you for dinner The lesbians say you a pussy-ass nigga, ol' ho-ass nigga I put some pressure on your ho Make her tell me what she know Stop confessing to that ho Stop confiding in that ho Stop providing for that ho You gon' die for that ho Suicide for that ho Boy, you been a ho I remember, ho You ain't fooling Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe Tell them hoes in the house we kicking in the door He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes Nigga with a AK-47 Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty But all the ho shit still so smelly Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Boy, you been a ho I remember, ho You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe Tell them hoes in the house we kicking in the door He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes (There's some hoes in this house)