[Intro: DJ Holiday & Young Dolph]
North Memphis I see ya (Izze The Producer)
Uh-huh
Smokey City
Watkins and Brown
Ayy (Commission)
Evergreen
It's Dolph, smoke one
We do this for y'all niggas, mane (Holiday Season, ayy)
Orange Mound, y'all know what it is
That two-seater, fully loaded (Skrrt)
This Swisher Sweet, fully loaded
Two-two seater, fully loaded
This shit gon' fuckin' trap now
This Swisher Sweet, fully loaded
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up (Izze The Producer)
What the fuck?
Hold on (Ayy)
Holiday, you gots to bring this shit back, mane? (It's Dolph, smoke one)
What the fuck is you doin'? (Oh, it's Holiday season, nigga)
What the fuck is that, mane?
We ain't playin' with these niggas, Holiday
[Verse 1]
That two-seater, fully loaded (Skrrt)
This Swisher Sweet, fully loaded (Damn)
This wrist piece, fully loaded (Woah)
So this four five, fully loaded (Baow)
Them young niggas, I can't control 'em
Pull up with a thirty thousand dollar motor (Woah)
Eyes low, 'cause I'm never sober, 'cause I'm a mud drinker and a strong smoker
Got a little bitch that get money out pure passion and out strokers (Word?)
My old head nigga said, "You get too much money, young nigga stay focused" (I got you, bruh)
Had an out of state plug when I was nineteen nigga, so I ain't ever been local (On God)
Jumped in this rap game, spent a little bit of change, brought the streets with me, now it's time to take over (Yeah)
That's that Paper Route Empire shit (Empire)
Got a white girl that like to twerk, and she on that Miley Cyrus shit (Yeah)
Don't need no pen, don't need no paper
Just give me a track, and I'll demolish it
I'm on the other side of the country (Yeah), with fifty Ps in my closet, bitch
[Chorus]
I have the bread in the house
In the bed, in the couch (Ayy)
I came up with a multi-million dollar plan at the house (Word)
I don't trust these hoes, so no, I don't get head at the house (Hell no)
I just woke up out a nightmare, fucking feds ran in the house
Press up CDs at the house, weighing Ps at the house (Yup, yup)
Hell nah, I ain't never had no keys at the house
Lotta pistols, a hundred thousand dollar wardrobe at the house (Ayy)
Fresh as fuck and strapped up, every time I leave the house (Uh-huh)
[Verse 2]
I got no cable at the house, just plenty paper at the house (Ayy)
I ain't talkin' hoes when I say I got flavors at the house
Stack my paper to the ceilin', went and bought mama a house (Word)
Said, "Mama, do me a favor, and keep yo ass up out the South"
Now mama waving at her white neighbors, just chillin' at the house
But daddy just like me, that nigga still runnin' in and out
What you doing in the hood dad? "Young nigga, watch your mouth"
My mama just called me tipsy, say she brought me in and she'll take me out (What?)
Godamn (Damn), what the fuck? (Fuck), Yeah, I'm still dealin' with this
Daddy just like me, south Memphis nigga, that's real nigga shit (It's Dolph)
Hood nigga run through a couple hundred bands while I'm eating on a box of Popeyes
I'm connected like Wi-Fi
Nigga that's why
[Chorus]
I have the bread in the house
In the bed, in the couch (Ayy)
I came up with a multi-million dollar plan at the house (Word)
I don't trust these hoes, so I don't get head at the house (Hell no)
I just woke up out a nightmare, fucking feds ran in the house
Press up CDs at the house, weighing Ps at the house (Yup, yup)
Hell nah, I ain't never had no keys at the house
Lotta pistols, a hundred thousand dollar wardrobe at the house (Hey)
Fresh as fuck and strapped up, every time I leave the house (Uh-huh)
