House Money Lyrics by Baby Keem
I took that girl to my pack, huh
I done seen too much disloyalty, that’s why I never put [?] in my stash, huh
She out here goin’ body for body, and constantly makin’ me mad, uh
She ’bout to be in the past, uh
She wake up in 6 in the morning to work on her glutes and tear up her abs, huh
***-***, get up and get out the house, get up and get off the couch
***-***, what does your workin’ amount? What is your effort amount?
***-***, I had to jump off the porch, I had to work out the ground
***-***, takin’ a favorable route, you’re takin’ a favorable route, are you ***, ***?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, what? Ayy
Ayy, what? Ayy, ayy, what?
I’ll keep my semen, if I’m in this *** then I’m ready to crash out (Yeah)
I’m holdin’ resentment, my mama so petty, she left me in the back of the stash house (Yeah)
I packed out the building, if you at the show, then that mean that you ready to black out (Yeah)
That mean that it’s too late to back out, the cameras is all ’bout the act now
I’ll pack up your tribe, I still got the stripes
Don’t run, like you [scrappin’ with?] Hykeem
She’s feelin’ alive, the music is right, I fold that girl up like karate
Got two at a time, you blew up the spot, it’s time you get boot from the lobby
I found me a new carbon copy ’cause you out here movin’ too sloppy
Walkin’ in the party, I don’t fear nobody
What the ***? Powered up, who gon’ stop me?
He a dub, she a bust, and I’m godly
Is it fate, is it love? Probably
I smell something (What? What? ***, bah, ***, what?)
I smell something (Brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt)
Ayy, what’s a million to me, ***?
Brought the back out the V, ***
Fresh off the scene, ***
Watch me gas up, lean niggas
We can hit the same ho, she bring that ass out for me different
He put his name on his chain, what the *** he got a name for?
Niggas know my name, what the *** I need the chain for?
If it ain’t no hoes, what the *** I get the space for?
Truck to the jet, what the ***?
I’m a young-ass ***
If I tell you what I did, you would never trust her
I’ma call it as I see it, you should never cuff her, I’d never love her
I’m a dumb-ass ***, I like my *** dumber
Do not give your heart to a ***
When my dog in Barcelona, they sold **** off that ***
I can tell this your first bad ***, you elated ’bout that ***
Me, I’m jaded ’bout that ***, I’m complacent ’bout that ***, uh, ah
Walkin’ in the party, I don’t fear nobody
What the ***? Powered up, who gon’ stop me?
He a dub, she a bust, and I’m godly
Is it fate, is it love? Probably (Whew-whew, whew)
I smell something (What? What? ***, bah, ***, what?)
I smell something (Brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt)