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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angel Aponte
Angel Aponte
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Matthew Barnes
Matthew Barnes
Songwriter
Frank Rodriguez
Frank Rodriguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ONHEL
ONHEL
Producer
Manny Galvez
Manny Galvez
Recording Engineer
Omar Loya
Omar Loya
Recording Engineer
Jason Delattiboudere
Jason Delattiboudere
Assistant Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Angel Aponte
Angel Aponte
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Actin' like they killers, but them **** just some hoes (Hoes)
We act like this a studio, this really just a trap
Everything we got, we had to whip it out the bowl (Whip it)
Before we shake your hand, we'd rather slap you with the strap (Pow)
A million cash in hunnids, now they bring it to the door (Racks)
20K for a coat that I ain't even wore (Guc')
This bitch so bad, I let her shop, I made 'em close the store (Store)
She think she trickin' me, but bitch don't know my pockets swole (The money)
Big bankroll, top floor South Beach (Top)
Long money Gucci, ask your bitch 'bout me (Ask)
Penthouse suite, four hoes, two weeks (Nyoom)
And all my shooters shootin' .223's 'bout me ('Wop)
[Verse 2]
Pick 'em with the AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a ****'s nose sweaty
But all the hoe shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
****, broke ass, where's your cash?
****, Santa Claus with no bag
****, you a ho-ho-ho-ass ****
[Verse 3]
(Hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house)
(There's some hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house)
You a ho-ho-ho-ass ****
[Verse 4]
Pick 'em with the AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a ****'s nose sweaty
But all the hoe shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
****, broke ass, where's your cash?
****, Santa Claus with no bag
****, you a ho-ho-ho-ass ****
[Verse 5]
Boy, you been a hoe, I remember, hoe
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He a hoe and she a hoe, now that's too many hoes
[Verse 6]
Boy, you been a hoe since Arsenio
Fuck your bitch, put her in the figure four
Scope on the gun, better visual
Silencer make the bullets tippy-toe
I don't give a fuck, never gave a fuck
'Cause I always knew that a better day'd come
Haven't been asleep, seven day run
Never knew how a Chevrolet run
Ice Cube, Eazy-E, Ren and Dre
I am the new N.W.A
**** with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Take lives like students took lessons
Jail time, felt like it took seconds
I'm a Goodfella, was a dope seller
All these hoe-****, must be Hoechella
[Verse 7]
(There's some hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house)
(There's some hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house)
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
You a ho-ho-ho-ass ****
[Verse 8]
**** with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a ****'s nose sweaty
But all the hoe shit still so smelly
[Verse 9]
**** with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a ****'s nose sweaty
But all the hoe shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
****, broke ass, where's your cash?
****, Santa Claus with no bag
****, you a ho-ho-ho-ass ****
[Verse 10]
No bullshit, my ****, I'm pushin' my triggers
They lookin' for **** in bushes, my ****
In the ocean, in the lake, in the woods, in the rivers
The skies was grey and the bullets was silver
Young Money on friend and my lady, my ****
You front on your money, you quittin', my ****
We kill you by breakfast and cook you for dinner
The lesbians say you a pussy-ass ****, ol' hoe-ass ****
[Verse 11]
I put some pressure on your hoe
Make her tell me what she know
Stop confessin' to that hoe
Stop confidin' in that hoe
Stop providin' for that hoe
You gon' die for that hoe
Suicide for that hoe
[Verse 12]
Boy, you been a hoe, I remember, hoe
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He a hoe and she a hoe, now that's too many hoes
[Verse 13]
**** with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a ****'s nose sweaty
But all the hoe shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
****, broke ass, where's your cash?
****, Santa Claus with no bag
****, you a ho-ho-ho-ass ****
[Verse 14]
Boy, you been a hoe (Boy, you been a hoe)
I remember, hoe (I remember, hoe)
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He a hoe and she a hoe, now that's too many hoes
[Verse 15]
(There's some hoes in this house)
Written by: Angel Aponte, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Frank Rodriguez, Matthew Barnes, Radric Delantic Davis
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