White House (feat. FatRay100, Dave Hill & B. Lewie)

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Jequcory Davis

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Baby I can't be your nigga that's impossible
I got a bitch but you knew that
Why you trying to play
I heard you say that little pussy got some power huh
Well show me something bitch
You know I'm from the show me state
These niggas funny as hell gee king they homies up
They telling me they homies something that they homies ain't
I told Uncle show me some chicken but he showed me steak
You won't understand because your brain only eight
Uncle like to snort the dope off the paper joint
So he ain't got to wash no dishes he can fold the plate
On some shit like that
Yawl don't hear me though
Yawl don't catch my drift
Little bro was fucked up
I told him come catch this zip
Just do your thang
I don't want nothing
You don't owe me shit
When you get up still play broke to test your bitch
And if she pass get her a Rolex
Let her flex her wrist
I'm Mr. Jones around this bitch how I step on shit

I got a problem with authority don't tell me shit
Too acrobatic with a package you can tell we flipped
Down to my last leg to get there we limped
Hit up Hutch to repair my tints
Told them keep it dark but add prescription to the lenses
That's so Raven to the paper I can see it in my vision
If you can't take the heat then you can't be up in the kitchen
Baby when it's cash money Master P when it's the limits
Don't want none of them
Shooting for the top I brought the ammo
Brett Favre in the huddle, too much cheese in this Lambo
First blood wrap the clip across my chest keep it Rambo
Cause everywhere the sun shine somewhere its going to be shadows
Wake up with a toaster think we tryna make a pop tart
I only want money I watch Forbes not no pop charts
My niggas hit the corners tryna make it to them top parts
Was slapping them together they learned how to make the rocks spark

Running to this money in some Yeezy 700s
Chain Triple 7 I put up a triple double
Pressing all her buttons I ain't even get the number
Balenciaga euro stepping going up and under
2 bitches giving brain going dumb and dumber
She like the wood Cartier's now I'm laying lumber
When you boss up through the hate that's going to make them love you
Throwing 100's in the club got the cold ones taking cover
Bring the bottles with the sparkles I ain't tryna argue
See my barber got me buttered I ain't talking margarine
Your bitch jump from team to team I guess she think she Harden
Got a chopper in a charger no we not the army
Tan and black FN with me like my best friend
Baby from the east I'm about to take her to the Westin
Neck and wrist froze money old it need a bedpan
Penthouse and the hotel you can tell I got that check in

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