Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angel Aponte
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Matthew Barnes
Songwriter
Frank Rodriguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Manny Galvez
Recording Engineer
Omar Loya
Recording Engineer
Jason Delattiboudere
Assistant Recording Engineer
Angel Aponte
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Actin' like they killers, but them **** just some ****
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 **** so bad, I let her shop,
I made 'em close the store
She think she trickin' me, but **** don't know my pockets swole
(The money)
Big bankroll, top floor South Beach (Top)
Long money Gucci, ask your **** 'bout me (Ask)
Penthouse suite, four **** two weeks
And all my shooters shootin' .223's 'bout me ('Wop!)
[Verse 2]
Pick 'em with the AK-47 Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a **** nose sweaty But all the **** **** still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
****, broke ****, where's your cash?
****, Santa Claus with no bag ****, you a ****
[Verse 3]
(**** in this house, there's some **** in this house)
(There's some **** in this house, there's some **** in this house)
****, you a ****
[Verse 4]
Pick 'em with the AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven, percocet got a **** nose sweaty
But all the **** **** still so smelly belch wrong, get your throat slashed
****, broke ****, where's your cash? ****, Santa Claus with no bag
****, you a ****
[Verse 5]
Boy, you been a **** I remember, ****
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them **** in the house we kickin' in the door
He a **** and she a ****, now that's too many ****
[Verse 6]
Boy, you been a **** since listening to your
**** ****, put her in the figure four scope on the gun, better visual
Silencer make the bullets tippy-toe I don't give a ****, never gave a ****
'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 N.W.A.
**** 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 **** ****, must be ****chella!
[Verse 7]
(There's some **** in this house, there's some **** in this house)
(There's some **** in this house, there's some **** in this house)
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven You a ****
[Verse 8]
**** with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven percocet got a **** nose sweaty
But all the **** **** still so smelly
[Verse 9]
**** with a AK-47 Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a **** nose sweaty but all the **** **** still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
****, broke ****, where's your cash? ****, Santa Claus with no bag
****, you a ****
[Verse 10]
No bull****, my **** I'm pushin' my triggers
They lookin' for **** in bushes, my ****
In the ocean, in the lake, in the woods, in the rivers
They skies was grey and the bullets was silver
Young Money on friend and my lady, my ****
You front on your money, you quittin', my ****
We kill you by breakfast and cook you for dinner
The lesbians say you a ****
[Verse 11]
I put some pressure on your **** make her tell me what she know
Stop confessin' to that **** Stop confidin' in that ****
Stop providin' for that **** You gon' die for that ****
Suicide for that ****
[Verse 12]
Boy, you been a **** I remember, ****
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them **** in the house we kickin' in the door
He a **** and she a ****, now that's too many ****
[Verse 13]
**** with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven percocet got a **** nose sweaty
But all the **** **** still so smelly belch wrong, get your throat slashed
****, broke ****, where's your cash? ****, Santa Claus with no bag
****, you a ****
[Verse 14]
Boy, you been a **** I remember, ****
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them **** in the house we kickin' in the door
He a **** and she a ****, now that's too many ****
[Verse 15]
(There's some **** in this house)
Written by: Angel Aponte, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Frank Rodriguez, Matthew Barnes, Radric Delantic Davis