Letra de House Money - Baby Keem

(Feat. Kendrick Lamar, Momo Boyd)

The nights are col— I've been alone

I sit and wait for her to come

But what can I— what can I say?

Please don't— away

I took that girl to my pad, huh

I done seen too much disloyalty, that's why I never put girl in my stash, huh

She out here goin' body for body, and constantly makin' me mad, uh

She 'bout to be in the past, uh

She wake up 6 in the morning to work on her glutes and tear up her abs, huh

Pussy-nigga, get up and get out the house, get up and get off the couch

Pussy-nigga, what is your workin' amount? What is your effort amount?

Pussy-nigga, I had to jump off the porch, I had to work out the ground

Pussy-nigga, takin' a favorable route, you're takin' a favorable route, are you pussy, nigga?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, what? Ayy

Ayy, what? Ayy, ayy, what? (Yeah)

I'm keem wassim and if I'm in this bitch, then I'm ready to crash out (Yeah)

I'm holdin' resentment, my mama so petty, she left me in back of the stash house (Yeah)

I packed out the building, if you at the show, then that mean that you ready to black out (Yeah)

That mean that it's too late to back out, the cameras is all 'bout the act now

I'll pack up your tribe, I still got the stripes, don't run, like, you scuffin' at Hykeem

She's feelin' alive, the music is right, I fuck that girl up like karate

Got two at a time, you blew up the spot, it's time you get boot from the lobby

I found me a new carbon copy 'cause you out here movin' too sloppy

Walkin' in the party, I don't fear nobody

What the fuck? Powered up, who gon' stop me?

He a dub, she a bust and I'm godly

Is it fate, is it love? Probably (Whew-whew, whew)

I smell something (What? What? Pussy, bow-bah-bah-bah, they pussy, what?)

I smell something (Brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt)

Ayy, what's a million to me, nigga?

Brought the back out the V, nigga

Fresh off the scene, nigga

Watch me gas up, leave niggas

We can hit the same ho, she bring that ass out for me different

He put his name on his chain, what the fuck he got a name for?

Niggas know my name, what the fuck I need the chain for?

If it ain't no hoes, what the fuck y'all get the space for?

Truck to the jet, what the fuck?

I'm a young-ass motherfucker

If I tell you what I did, you would never trust her

I'ma call it as I see it, you should never cuff her, I'd never love her

I'm a dumb-ass bitch, I like my bitch dumber

Do not give your heart to a bitch

With my dog in Barcelona, they sold **** off that bitch

I can tell this your first bad bitch, you elated 'bout that shit

Me, I'm jaded 'bout that shit, I'm complacent 'bout that shit, uh, ah

Walkin' in the party, I don't fear nobody

What the fuck? Powered up, who gon' stop me?

He a dub, she a bust and I'm godly

Is it fate, is it love? Probably (Whew-whew, whew)

I smell something (What? What? Pussy, bow-bah-bah-bah, they pussy, what?)

I smell something (Brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt)

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