In This House (feat. Gucci Mane)

Actin' like they killers, but them niggas just some hoes

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 bitch so bad, I let her shop, I made 'em close the store

She think she tricking me, but bitch don't know my pockets swole

(The money)

Big bankroll, top floor South Beach (Top)

Long money Gucci, ask your bitch 'bout me (Ask)

Penthouse suite, four hoes, two weeks

And all my shooters shootin; .223's 'bout me, wop

Pick 'em with the AK-47

Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven

Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty

But all the ho shit still so smelly

Belch wrong, get your throat slashed

Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?

Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag

Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

(Hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house)

(There's some hoes in this house

There's some hoes in this house)

Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

Pick 'em with the AK-47

Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven

Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty

But all the ho shit still so smelly

Belch wrong, get your throat slashed

Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?

Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag

Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

Boy, you been a ho

I remember, ho

You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's friend or foe

Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door

He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes

Boy you been a ho since Arsenio

Fuckin' bitch, put her in the figure four

Scope on the gun, better visual

Silencer make the bullets tippy-toe

I don't give a fuck, never gave a fuck

'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 NWA

Nigga 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 ho niggas must be Hochella

(There's some hoes in this house

There's some hoes in this house)

(There's some hoes in this house

There's some hoes in this house)

Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven

You a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

Nigga with a AK-47

Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven

Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty

But all the ho shit still so smelly

Nigga with a AK-47

Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven

Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty

But all the ho shit still so smelly

Belch wrong, get your throat slashed

Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?

Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag

Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

No bullshit, my nigga

I'm pushin' my triggers

They lookin' for niggas in bushes, my nigga

In the ocean, in the lake, in the woods, in the rivers

They skies was gray and the bullets was silver

Young Money on friend and my lady, my nigga

You front on your money, you quittin', my nigga

We kill you by breakfast and cook you for dinner

The lesbians say you a pussy-ass nigga, ol' ho-ass nigga

I put some pressure on your ho

Make her tell me what she know

Stop confessing to that ho

Stop confiding in that ho

Stop providing for that ho

You gon' die for that ho

Suicide for that ho

Boy, you been a ho

I remember, ho

You ain't fooling Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe

Tell them hoes in the house we kicking in the door

He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes

Nigga with a AK-47

Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven

Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty

But all the ho shit still so smelly

Belch wrong, get your throat slashed

Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?

Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag

Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

Boy, you been a ho

I remember, ho

You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe

Tell them hoes in the house we kicking in the door

He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes

(There's some hoes in this house)