4 Houses - Doe B, PakMan, Lil Daddy

I got a molly house

A men house

Exotic house

A brick house

And all four numbers

I got a molly house

A men house

Exotic house

A brick house

My cell phone jumpin

I got a molly house

A men house

Exotic house

A brick house

My door man jockin

I got a molly house

A men house

Exotic house

A brick house

And all four numbers

I got four traps on one street

With candle lit like my aunty

Them blood niggas at the stop sign they watching out for the jump street

Get a job, don’t speak

Silent niggas remain concrete

One basement one key, turn thirty thousand into a hundred G’s

Ever seen them brick a mine, ever seen umbrella kush

Have you ever seen a eighteens with a truck pull up in the hood

With a hundred thousand LBs yo we call em elbows

Tell me when you ever seen a Colombian with a negro

An he don’t speak no English all he talking Euros

An I don’t speak Spanish either all I talk is dineros, clero per coat

Cocaine in my coke house

Only time we drink pepsi is when it’s a drought, nigga

Got four houses ya’ll gettin any them

for Parliament

Falling out for a pile a gas

Little niggas, what you trying to think

I’m in the brick ya’ll cooking up

Every boy having fun ya’ll

Trust doing a number

They big booming like the boulevard

Got big booming on the boulevard

Try shit

Got a pile for the county boy

Got the good pile pumping like it’s hard

Better watch out for the

Son can’t be screaming, we got a few more spots nigga

Got a men house, got a mali house, got a brick house, got a gas house

Matter fact we got five houses

Can’t forget about the stash house

They come in they cash out

Don’t pass in don’t pass out

I don’t get dope in the mali house

Bitch I might just pass out

Pull up to the greenhouse

Where I keep the money, in the room like a bank

On the walls fulla honies

Crack house down the street, jumpin doin numbers

Gotta get it how you live in concrete jungle

Eyes never fold, devil vote

Got a house in Tijuana

Three storey lounge house with the elevator

Every floor different flavours

I got guards I got papers

Pull up to the mali house, erybody

House full of quarter pieces, everybody freaky

CB and my team, nigga you know we eattin

Boomin at the house

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