Lyrics : Dimarjio Jenkins/Quinton Gardner/Vincent van den Ende
Music : Dimarjio Jenkins/Quinton Gardner/Vincent van den Ende
Oh, aye
We kick her out of the mansion
Ayo, look
Uh
She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon' get yourself kicked out of the mansion, you dumb b***h
Small things, like look with how many niggas you come with
She, uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
We, uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to **** up the city, destructio
My niggas just don't wanna hang and do cute shi
She keep on making up stupid assumptions
I just bought a Cuban but feel like I got finessed
Her jewelers mixing diamonds, wanna know if I got stretched
My nigga lookin' at life, but can't imagine doing that
His lawyer a hundred thousand, try and come up here with half
I still pull up on anywhere with money on my head
I, I be with them golden childs, go all in they dreads
I know some niggas with problems they won't addres
You see, I done lost my nigga, ain't no tellin' where he went
I was on the corner eating rice and chicken bones
I know I could trust that nigga with twenty bands, that she would hol
Screaming Wassi in every song, man, that shit will never get old
Pure c*****e, if it's not it won't get sold
She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon' get yourself kicked out of the mansion, you dumb b***h
Small things, like look with how many niggas you come with
She, uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
We, uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to **** up the city, destructio
My niggas just don't wanna hang and do cute shi
She keep on making up stupid assumptions
I just bought some work, and that ho bad, I am
Now her niggas, they really thinkin' that its raw (Uh)
I was getting the pack all day for my pops (Uh)
I was serving that crack c*****e in my moms house
Circle the trap all night, merry-go-round
Whatever they do the dark, might come to the light, if they talk about it
Bet you wanna come put up a fight, gotta be grown about it
I could stomp it, racks up in these mics, don't got illegal money
That nigga he got shot up in his eye, he never seen it coming
I never even gave that b***h a blah, I told her "Beat it honey
Got so many options can't even decide, too many labels on me
Open the mansion and we livin' life, nigga we made the money
She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon' get yourself kicked out of the mansion, you dumb b***h
Small things, like look with how many niggas you come with
She, uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
We, uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to **** up the city, destructio
My niggas just don't wanna hang and do cute shi
She keep on making up stupid assumptions
My b***h don't wanna hang with your bitc
My b***h don't wanna hang with your bitc