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nate robinson - housemoney lyrics

[intro * cartier rod]
yessir (b*tch, it’s lil rock)
who’s madmax?
(woo, woo, woo, yah, yeah, yeah)

[chorus * cartier rod]
get out the booth and get on the stage
i get off that b*tch and i’m getting paid
i got the clippers, i want the fade
i don’t wear ice, i’m rockin’ lemonade
i got the microphone, i make her rage
drank too much liquor, i need me some sage
i got a gun, why you strapped with a blade?
get in a week, in a month, what you made

[verse 1 * cartier rod]
you n*ggas, you n*ggas, you n*ggas is b*tches
i get on the court and it’s nothing but swishes
i give her d*ck i ain’t give her no kisses
get it the booth and it’s nevеr no misses
got me a baddie, i got mе a missus
he want smoke, i timmy turner his wishes
b*tch it’s lil rod and he up here to f*ck
rock paper scissors, that boy getting cut
that boy a peon, he can’t be no enemy
and you not my brother, boy, you not no kin to me
i just f*cked one b*tch, you is not no friend to me
i had a zip and i turned that sh*t to a p
might have to get coco, i might have to get a key
no no we not f*ckin’ if that girl not feelin’ me
she said “rod f*ck from the back why you k!llin’ me”
pull out the hammer she say “why you drillin’ me”
[chorus * cartier rod]
get out the booth and get on the stage
i get off that b*tch and i’m getting paid
i got the clippers, i want the fade
i don’t wear ice, i’m rockin’ lemonade
i got the microphone, i make her rage
drank too much liquor, i need me some sage
i got a gun, why you strapped with a blade?
get in a week, in a month, what you made

[verse 2 * jemantajimanii]
you n*ggas be p*ssy, quit playin’ the digital
f*ckin’ you b*tch while she cookin’ that casserole
and i’m talkin’ sh*t while i’m ridin’ the streets
you blowin’ your money on o’s and fleece
they whinin’ and takin’ that ridicule
knockin’ them out, make ’em spiritual
in and i’m out, like a ritual
hop out the 392 with his visual

[chorus * cartier rod]
get out the booth and get on the stage
i get off that b*tch and i’m getting paid (b*tch, it’s lil rock)
i got the clippers, i want the fade (b*tch, it’s lil rock)
i don’t wear ice, i’m rockin’ lemonade (b*tch, it’s lil rock)
i got the microphone, i make her rage (b*tch, it’s lil rock)
drank too much liquor, i need me some sage (b*tch, it’s lil rock)
i got a gun, why you strapped with a blade? (b*tch, it’s lil rock)
get in a week, in a month, what you made
[outro]
you’re in the money house, take off your shoes

[prod. madmax, jwolf & kunso]

- housemoney lyrics

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