Nobody's Home ft. Loop Lyrics

That Shit Sound Like Rob

Yeah, yeah, yeah

The money is ringing, the money is ringing my line

(Ringing my line)

The money is ringing, the money is ringing my line

(It's ringing my shit)

I wish I could see it, my life changing up on a dime

(Cha-ching)

I'm chasing the cash while running away from my life

Let's have a toast

I just upgraded from coach

Bubble Montclair on my coat

My duffel, it smells like pneumonia

Bundle her up cause she cold

Yeah, I crack the code

Ball with the fam like I'm Zoe

Rolled up a cigarillo

My flow is like butter on toast

I'm just a average Joe

Turned himself up, no remote

Sharp like the blades on the grass that I mow

Now don't be a wise guy, you are not Yoda

Hustle, I do that the most

I leave it in, let it soak

Leaf looking green, Imma smoke

I'm a machine and they cursing at me to please stop but I'm always on go

She got a body and say she a coach

Teaching Pilates and dancing on poles

Fitness her number one goal

Except, fittin this dick in her throat

Ducks in a row but my life is not perfect

At three in a row, bowlers call that a turkey

Hold up the standards, I'm like Gordon Ramsay and yeah I'm the hero

But this not my Miami

Network just got a few zeros

With my brothers like Will Ferrell

Love em, I'm keeping it real

Winning, I love how I feel

I'm stamping my name and I'm closing the seal

Tar on my heel, I put on for my state

It's gon' say on my grave that I have mass appeal

I don't got cable, let's Netflix and chill

I like her angles, a cute one as well

Just take down the cell

The money is ringing, the money is ringing my line

(Ringing my line)

The money is ringing, the money is ringing my line

(It's ringing my shit)

I wish I could see it, my life changing up on a dime

(Cha-ching)

I'm chasing the cash while running away from my life

(My life)

Whoa

I just dropped Shrooms, Gucci logo on my coat

(Rich bitch)

I'm on dope

Mix the drip with ice, now I am seeing snow

(Rich bitch)

Fifty thousand for my show

(Skrt, Skrt, Skrt)

Whatch the rarri skrt foreign hoe

(Rich bitch)

Get the picture, like Van Gogh

(Vince Van Gogh)

I'm on fire but I'm cold

(Rich bitch)

Thats because I sold my soul

Gucci, Louis, Prada, Rolex, Rari, Lambo, Armani Dior, Versacci

Benz, Burberry, Gabbana, Cartier, Chanel, Coach, and more

Man, I was a man about the money

Till the money made a boy

Pick a pocket, bitch

Just to brag about my toys

Clinically inspired, but this life is not a choice

In fact, my mama, in fact my mama called

But nobody's home, nobody's home, nobody's home

Nobody's home, nobody's home, nobody's Home, nobody's home

Her boy boy boy, her, boy boy boy