[Intro: Pressa]
Uh, ayy
We kick her out of the mansion
Ayy, y'all, look
Uh

[Chorus: Pressa & Houdini]
She keep on nagging a n***a on dumb shit
You gon' get yourself kicked out of the mansion, you dumb bitch
Small things, like look how much n***as you come with
She, uh, she put on a dress and blow trumpets
We, uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don't wanna hang and do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions

[Verse 1: Pressa]
I just bought a Cuban but feel like I got finessed
Heard jewelers mixin' diamonds, wanna know if I got stretched
My n***a lookin' at life, but can't imagine doing that
His lawyer a hundred thousand, try and come up here with half
I still pull up on anywhere with money on my head
I— I be with them golden childs, gold all in they dreads
And I know some bitch n***as with problems they won't address
You see, I done lost my n***a, ain't no tellin' where he went
I was on the corner eating rice and chicken bowls
I knew I could trust that bitch with twenty bands that she would hold
Screaming Wassi in every song, man, this shit will never get old, uh
Pure cocaine, if it's not, it won't get sold
[Chorus: Pressa & Houdini]
She keep on nagging a n***a on dumb shit
You gon' get yourself kicked out of the mansion, you dumb bitch
Small things, like look how much n***as you come with
She, uh, she put on a dress and blow trumpets
We, uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don't wanna hang and do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions

[Verse 2: Houdini]
I just bought some work, and that ho' bad, I ain't get kawalled
Now her n***as dope impaired, they really thinkin' that its raw, uh
I was getting the pack all day for my pops, uh
I was serving the crack cocaine in my mom's house
Buckets circle the trap all night, merry-go-round
Whatever you do in the dark might come to the light if they talk about it
Bet you wanna come put up a fight, you gotta be grown about it
I could stomp big racks up in these mics, don't got illegal money
That n***a, he got shot up in his eye, he never seen it comin'
I never even gave that bitch a blah, I told her, "Beat it, honey"
Got so many options, can't even decide, too many labels want me
Up in the mansion and we livin' life, n***a, we made of money

[Chorus: Pressa & Houdini]
She keep on nagging a n***a on dumb shit
You gon' get yourself kicked out of the mansion, you dumb bitch
Small things, like look how much n***as you come with
She, uh, she put on a dress and blow trumpets
We, uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don't wanna hang and do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions (Ayy)
[Outro: Pressa]
My bitch don't wanna hang with your bitch
My bitch don't wanna hang with your bitch