HOE House - Moneybagg Yo

I issue dope out of my ho house

I count money and blow smoke out

I fuck groupies, I sell shows out

I lost niggas, I pour more out

Ain’t your business, stay in your lane

Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know 'bout

All that back and forth talkin'

If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah

That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin'

I’m cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling

Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, you ain’t mine

Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind

You ain’t my kind, pussy stand in line

Don’t call my phone, when you do I hit decline

See shots gon' go out, they gon' ask me 'bout my whereabouts

I was at my ho house with my dick all in that ho mouth

Icebox got my wrist froze, on me seafood, I’m at Pappadeaux

I got my lil young bitch, mouth wide open, trap don’t ever close

I got my lil niggas on some hot shit, ridin' with dracos

If they catch a charge don’t worry 'bout it, bonds I make those

Thumbin' through these pesos in the bando with Big Dandro

I went crazy in Guns N Ammo, I must think I’m Rambo

Through money, guns, and crime, BGE, yeah that’s my famo

I handle wicks like a candle

Pull a drive-by out a Lambo

I issue dope out of my ho house

I count money and blow smoke out

I fuck groupies, I sell shows out

I lost niggas, I pour more out

Ain’t your business, stay in your lane

Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know 'bout

All that back and forth talkin'

If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah

That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin'

I’m cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling

Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, you ain’t mine

Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind

Indictment time, niggas out here droppin' dimes

I’m somewhere layin' low with my feet up on recline

Don’t pay no mind, I’m just worried 'bout me and mine

You wasn’t straight from the start

You a fraud, I peeped the signs

You lil niggas so behind

You need to catch up like Heinz

Diamonds, ooh they shinin'

Invested fifty in my time

I walk in Christian Loub’s, spike on my shoe like porcupine

Hitters in the trap spot, holdin' choppers, lookin' out blinds, yeah

I’m on the grind, ooh I been runnin' up iron, yeah

My watch ain’t regular, I got them pointers in mine

I got a ho that’s a dime, she never get out of line

She know if she say the wrong thing or speak out of turn

She can get fired

I issue dope out of my ho house

I count money and blow smoke out

I fuck groupies, I sell shows out

I lost niggas, I pour more out

Ain’t your business, stay in your lane

Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know 'bout

All that back and forth talkin'

If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah

That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin'

I’m cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling

Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, you ain’t mine

Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind