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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Anderson
Composer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Composer
Alexander Izquierdo
Composer
Isaac Holt
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Boi-1da
Producer
Arthur Mcarthur
Additional Producer
Rob Kinelski
Recording Engineer
mike riley
Recording Engineer
Laurence Naber
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jesus Garnica Jr.
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Do it
****, fuck yo' bitch, ****
Ok, ok, ok, ok
[Verse 2]
Shit, whose house is this?
Laughing so hard, my tongue is out and shit
I stack dead prez, mouth to mouth that shit
When they told me a **** wouldn't amount to shit
****, whose house is this?
Laughing so hard, my tongue is out and shit
I stack dead prez, mouth to mouth that shit
But you don't know nothing about that shit
[Verse 3]
Yelling, whose house is this?
Bitch, do I even gotta ask now?
Who the fuck are you, do you even got you a pass?
I don't know why you cuffing your girl, she ain't even got her no ass
Middle fingers to all of the nonbelievers
Not only did I beat the odds, I also got even
Took a spot up on the throne, I see myself, see myself
Said it twice 'cause history repeats itself, 'peats itself
Man, I can't even lie, I be high, I be high
Motherfuck drinking and driving, I'd rather get high and fly
[Verse 4]
I'm outta here like outerwear
We are not the same, you are not a player
My house is somewhere off in the woods
Girls in my bed like I'm papa bear
They say hard work pays off, wrong, it pays good as hell
You the man, huh? Sorry, I couldn't tell
Claiming that they big, well I really can't lie
From the top, they all look the same size
[Verse 5]
Shit, whose house is this?
Laughing so hard, my tongue is out and shit
I stack dead prez, mouth to mouth that shit
When they told me a **** wouldn't amount to...
Shit ****, whose house is this?
Laughing so hard, my tongue is out and shit
I stack dead prez, mouth to mouth that shit
But you don't know nothing about that shit
[Verse 6]
I start my morning with the paper
Bitch, I'm rich, free press, hunnids on all the pages
And you can't slow me down, I'm sorry there's no delay
Me and my committee run the city, you just tryna join the relay
Leader of the new school, reporting from the PA
These **** call me cuz but I don't why 'cause we can't relate
I got your sister doing things on camera I can't replay
But she's a waste of time, fuck, I coulda had a V8
[Verse 7]
I turned thousands to millies, it's time to renovate the ceilings
I'm turning houses to buildings, hustle while you out here chilling
What's the wordy, I'm certainly getting rich in a hurry
I swear I fuck till I'm tired, I'm getting high till it's blurry
I'm from the dirty glove, where hammers turn crews into juries
They'll make you sit down but as long as you with me, ain't no worries
Man, I'm putting on for my crew, never for these hoes
I'm putting on for my city, she putting on her clothes
[Verse 8]
Shit, whose house is this?
Laughing so hard, my tongue is out and shit
I stack dead prez, mouth to mouth that shit
When they told me a **** wouldn't amount to...
Shit ****, whose house is this?
Laughing so hard, my tongue is out and shit
I stack dead prez, mouth to mouth that shit
But you don't know nothing about that shit
[Verse 9]
Please bow down, do it, finally famous, bitch
Good, do it
I do it, I do it
Your bitch in my house, ****
That bitch don't even deserve a house
Do it
Yeah
Detroit
Written by: Alexander Izquierdo, Isaac Holt, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Sean Anderson