Mansion Musik Lyrics – Trippie Redd

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(I'm shy, oh my God)
Ha (Phew)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse: Trippie Redd]
N!ggas wanna be my kin, pu**y, you not my folks, uh
Riding 'round town in a Benz, put that b!tch on spokes
Spent eight mill' on the crib, bought that b!tch with a moat
B!tch, I just got rich, let's have a goddamn toast
Step on a n!gga in Ricks, got on a cranberry coat
Yeah, it's me and my ho, snake eyes
B!tch, like I'm G.I. Joe
Baby, sit back, just smoke my dope
Go get your brother, I heard that he croak
Put that on your mother, I know y'all hoes
Still gotta stick to the code
Boy, I get in that mode, don't play with me
Boy, this sh!t ain't for show
88-Keys, no piano, gotta get it how you live, that's my MO
Yeah, she want the whole thing, not the demo
Pull in through a tunnel in my Maybach limo'
Yeah, she want double trouble, that's akimbo
Whip her head back and forth, not no Willow
Get that n!gga out that horse, feel like Django
Sending shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo
Call of Duty, b!tch, pull up with commandos
I might buy a yacht, feel like Jack Sparrow
Posted in the field like a damn scarecrow
And my brother selling white like some ashy elbows
Shawty what's your name? Put you in Chanel, ho
I ain't even at the beach but I could send some shells, ho
Gotta get the all-black Ricks, shell-toes
Keep all of that gangster sh!t up off the cell phone
My brother in the hole, we can't talk off the jail phone
With my brothers in the streets, man, I feel like Elmo
Sending all the shots and I got all the ammo
Got this sh!t lit like a damn candle
Pop a n!gga's top like a damn can good
Chrome Heart shades look like some Ray-Bans, yeah
Red car, red bag, feel like Santa
Red bandana, here to f**k your plans up
What's up in your head? You want some smoke? Some cancer
Pu**y, get your bands up, codeine in the Fanta
Pull them poles on you n!ggas, turn you into dancers
Yeah, AK-47 with a damn banana
Turn a pu**y block into a damn bonanza
I got white like Hannah, proud of me like Tana
They got pigs at they crib like they in Alabama
Sipping 1942 mixed with Tropicana
Pour a four, "Skadoosh, " Kung Fu Panda
With the gangsters and the robbers chilling in Atlanta
Feds hit the trap, throw the codeine in the blammer
I'm on Magnolia, cops putting me in handcuffs

[Outro: Trippie Redd]
Phew, phew, phew, 800 gang
1400 (Bah), Big 14 (Bah)
Know what the f**k going on (Bah, bah)
Gang, gang (I'm shy, oh my God)
Abo