Mansion Musik - Trippie Redd

(I'm shy, oh my God)

Yeah, yeah

Niggas wanna be my kin, pussy, you not my folks, uh

Ridin' 'round town in a Benz, put that bitch on spokes

Spent eight mil' on a crib, bought that bitch with a moat

Bitch, I just got rich, let's have a goddamn toast

Step on a nigga in Ricks, got on a cranberry coat

Yeah, it's just me and my ho, snake eyes, bitch, like a G.I. Joe

Baby, sit back, just smoke my dope, go get your brother, I heard that he croak

Put that on your mother, I know y'all hoes, still gotta stick to the code

Boy, I get in that mode, don't play with me, boy, this shit ain't for show

Eighty-eight keys, no piano, gotta get it how you live, that's my MO

Yeah, she want the whole thing, not the demo

Pull in through a tunnel in my Maybach limo

Yeah, she want double trouble, that's akimbo

Whip her head back and forth, not no Willow

Get that nigga out that horse, feel like Django

Sendin' shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo

Call of Duty, bitch, pull up with commandos

I might buy a yacht, feel like Jack Sparrow

Posted in the field like a damn scarecrow

And my brother sellin' white like some ashy elbows

Shawty, what's your name? Put you in Chanel, ho

I ain't even at the beach, but I could send some shells, ho

Gotta get the all-black Ricks, shell toes

Keep all of that gangster shit up off the cell phone

My brother in the hole, we can't talk off the jail phone

With my brothers in the streets, man, I feel like Elmo

Sending all the shots and I got all the ammo

Got this shit lit like a damn candle

Pop a nigga's top like a damn canned good

Chrome Heart shades look like some Ray-Bans, yeah

Red car, red bag, feel like Santa

Red bandana, here to fuck your plans up

What's up in your head? You want some smoke, some cancer?

Pussy, get your bands up, codeine in the Fanta

Put them poles on you niggas, turn you into dancers

Yeah, AK-47 with a damn banana, uh

Turn a pussy block into a damn bonanza

I got white like Hannah, proud of me like tana

They got pigs at they crib like they in Alabama

Sippin' 1942 mixed with Tropicana

Pour a four, skadoosh, Kung Fu Panda

With the gangsters and the robbers chilling in Atlanta

Feds hit the trap, throw the codeine in the blammer

I'm on Magnolia, cops puttin' me in handcuffs

800 gang

1400 (Bah)

Big 14 (Bah), know what the fuck going on (Bah)

Gang (Bah), gang

(I'm shy, oh my God)