At the House

[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)