Mansion Pressa (Ft. Houdini)

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

[Chorus: Pressa & Houdini]
She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon' get yourself kicked out of the mansion, you dumb bitch
Small things, like look how much niggas 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 nigga 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 niggas with problems they won't address
You see, I done lost my nigga, 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