Sleepin' in an Mansion - Fredo Santana, Chief Keef

Pourin' up in traffic in that foreign

I don’t want ya bitch man she boring

All white coke like it’s snowing

Yeah I’m in my glory, see me glowing

Brand new chopper and his hands up

Hollow tip bullets got him dancin'

Came along way from a kitchen

Now a nigga sleepin' in a mansion

Came a long way from gang banging on the block

Robbin' niggas with that Tommy on dummy

Now I got a couple trap houses, couple pent houses

Couple AKs, lotta bitches, lotta of money

A couple face shots make 'em fall back

Two Nines strapped they ready for combat

Finessed you out your bricks so don’t call back

You ready for a war and shit I’m with that)

I don’t want your bitch man she too basic

Yea, I’m gettin' money like I’m Caucasian

See I don’t fuck with niggas, man, they too fugazy

Savage Squad Records man, we too crazy

Woke up like I’m superman

30k up in my pocket, gun up in my hand

Coke so white that it need a tan

Coke so white it’s with the Ku Klux Klan

Owe me money, you don’t pay off what you have

I kill 'em for your Fredo that’s what your shooters said

That’s what my Rugers said

Kill a nigga then go laugh about it then I pop a 'Zan

Pull up smokin' kush, sippin' on this fuckin' high tech

Posted up with the game on this fuckin' squad shit

Fredo trap ain’t doin' numbers man I call that nonsense

Rerockin' remixin' just to get a profit

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