Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angel Aponte
Angel Aponte
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Matthew Barnes
Matthew Barnes
Songwriter
Frank Rodriguez
Frank Rodriguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Manny Galvez
Manny Galvez
Recording Engineer
Omar Loya
Omar Loya
Recording Engineer
Jason Delattiboudere
Jason Delattiboudere
Assistant Recording Engineer
Angel Aponte
Angel Aponte
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
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
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