This track is a lyrical tour-de-force of the high life, with a side order of relationship drama. The artists paint a vivid picture of their opulent lifestyle in their mansion, but it's not all champagne and caviar - there's some serious girlfriend trouble brewing. The lady in question seems to be causing quite the ruckus with her constant nagging and unfounded assumptions. The trio doesn't hesitate to kick her out when she oversteps, showing that they value peace and tranquility over romantic entanglements. Amidst the glitz and glamour, there's also a gritty reflection on their past struggles and hustles, serving as a stark reminder of how far they've come. So ladies, take note - no amount of luxury can compensate for a lack of respect in this mansion!
Mansion
Lyrics
Oh, aye
We kick her out of the mansion
Ayo (look)
Uh
She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon' get yourself kicked out of the mansion you dumb bitch
Small things like look how many niggas you come with
She uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
We uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don't wanna hang and do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions
I just bought a Cuban but feel likev I got finessed
Her jewelers mixing diamonds, wanna know if I got stretched
My nigga lookin' at life, but can't imagine doing that
His lawyer a hundred thousand, try to come up here wit' half
I still pull up on anywhere with money on my head
I, I be with them golden childs, gold all in they dreads and
I know some bitch niggas with problems they won't address
You see I done lost my nigga ain't no tellin' where he went (went)
I was on the corner eating rice and chicken bones (bones)
I know I could trust that bitch with twenty bands, that she would hold
Screaming, "Wassi" in every song man shit shit will never get old (uh)
Pure cocaine, if it's not it won't get sold
She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon' get yourself kicked out of the mansion you dumb bitch
Small things like look how many niggas you come with
She uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
We uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don't wanna hang and do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions (yeah)
I just bought some work, and that hoe bad, I ain't get kawalled
know her niggas dope ain't pure, they really thinkin' that it's raw (uh)
I was getting the pack all day for my pops (uh)
I was serving that crack cocaine in my mom's house
But they circle the trap all night, merry-go-round
Whatever they do the dark, might come to the light, if they talk about it
Betcha wanna come put up a fight, gotta be grown about it
I could stomp, big racks up in these mics, don't got illegal money
That nigga he got shot up in his eye, he never seen it coming
I never even gave that bitch a bly, I told her beat it honey
Got so many options can't even decide, too many labels on me
Up in the mansion and we livin' life, nigga we made the money
She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon' get yourself kicked out of the mansion you dumb bitch
Small things like look how many niggas you come with
She uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
We uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don't wanna hang and do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions
Writer(s): Quinton Armani Gardner, Dimarjio Jenkins
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, CTM Publishing
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