Granny House Lyrics

Mmm, oh

1800it for ya

Mmm, oh

Granny house ain't had no A.C., but we made heat

Down in the basement on the cook up, that's what made me

I ain't went this hard since road to riches, that was 18

Now it's 23, pull up in a 23, now I got 20 Gs

Ridin' through my old hood, I'm from just cruisin' the dash

Hopped up off the porch young, I was movin' too fast

My mans tried to knock me off, I ain't used to this cash

So if this man losin' you, I'm choosin' a bag

Mo skrilla ,swear this life get more realer

Young Nigga on the block, get respect from the old niggas

Party on the 6, call the fellas, bring mo' bitches

Tell my white boy, pull up, get to shootin' like Cole Bennett

Uh, king of hearts imma playa I'm cold with it

Got some head from a bitch, she keep takin' my soul with her

Told her eat that shit up like a whole dinner

Tryin' to touch a couple B's with a B, just like Hov did it

Throw some money up, got so many ones, I probably be here till it's sunny up

They askin' who the next to make it out, I be the runner up

I'm boilin' on the pot, I see it comin' up

You braggin' bout that lil' run you had, but you ain't done enough

They was talkin' for I came, it's time to shut it up

Every time you see me on the track, I get to cuttin' up

They was sleepin' on me, then & still, they dumb as fuck

Known to get a check like Forrest Gump, the way I run it up

The bag, it just touched down, let's go celebrate

I just bussed down that one hoe that claimed she celibate

Finally got my money right, can't nobody tell me shit

God can take my legs today, I bet I still sell a zip, yeah

Now watch how I can switch and flip the script

They ain't see me in a minute, but my presence, it was missed

Told a bitch, when you see me in your presence, it's a gift

You dismissed

Bitch, I'm really bout my hustle like I'm Nip

Nah, I can't stay the night, hoe, I can't lay up

Before I blew her back, my mind was already made up

Threw his ass a bag , can't get it off, he need a pay cut

I'm like the IRS, I'm pullin' up if he ain't paid up

Shit ain't been the same, hoes fucked me better since I came up

She a demon, bitch, I'm dripped in palm angels prayed up

My weight up, I'm flexin' on everybody who played us

Can't talk negotiations, less the label tryna pay us

Granny house, ain't had no AC, but we made heat

Down in the basement on the cookup, that's what made me

I ain't went this hard since road to riches, that was 18

Now it's 23, pull up in a 23, now I got 20 G's

Ridin' through my old hood, I'm from just cruisin' the dash

Hopped up off the porch young, I was movin' too fast

My mans tried to knock me off, I ain't used to this cash

So if this mean, losin' you, I'm choosin' to bag

Hell nah, bro, I ran out

I got some shit right here

Shit, what's that right there? Let me check that shit out real quick, let me smell it

Shit, bet not be no booth, nigga, bet not be no booth

Come on, man, you know I keep fire

Damn, this shit is gas, I ain't gon' lie

What's this shit right here

Some biscotti, biscotti, biscotti, biscotti, biscotti