House of GLORY (feat. Stove God Cooks)

Why you mad? (Why you mad at me?)

Broke ****, why you mad?

Chopper out the window, chopper out the window (Brrt, bah, bah, cha)

You don't know my expenses, I gotta buy a bigger place

And bigger scales and more bags, what you mad for?

We put them digi' numbers on the dashboard

Took her to the top from the trap floor, I'm that raw

Had the feds at the front and the back door

Broke ****, why you mad?

Why you mad?

Chopper out the window (Brrt, bah, bah, bah, brrt, bah)

Chopper out the window (Ah)

Foggy glass pots and TEC beams

I'm Jesús with the recipe

I'm everything they dying to be

Half a million cash is ecstasy

Bullet holes in the Lexus seat (Brrt, bah, bah, bah)

He had some tricks up his Avirex sleeve

This shit is wrecked for me

Reach for my necklace and see (Woo)

One burner don't work good, but we still cooking

One bad brick don't stop no show, we still cookin' (Still cookin')

My grandaddy told me you'd get back what you put in

My wrist say I get back way more

And I got twenty of 'em comin' and they paid for

Fuck is we playin' for? You know what you payin' for

Fuck is we waitin' for? What would I weigh 'em for?

It's all good and if it ain't all good, ****, I'm all good

I'll be—

Baby, why you leave me?

I only fucked her a hundred times, but I love you

Ayo, it was like 1989, I seen Loewe with the AK (Ah)

He said it was the first, it was a payday, told him peace

Seen Emilio walk across the street, he said, "Peace, Lord" (Peace, Lord)

He 'bout to meet Prada for a drink

Denim tears falling down my face, word to Mugler (Ah)

Cryin' 'cause my shit that dope, they can't fuck with us

Sent Chanel five hundred plates, she in the county

She pulled up on Tiffany, shot out the Audi (Brrt, skrrt)

Another palm angel gained new wings (New wings)

Valentino down to my shoestrings (Shoestrings)

Me and Vera Wang, that's my boo thing (That's my boo thing)

She used to fuck Van Cleef

Went through, sprayed that ****, shit, that's on me (Brrt, brrt)

Came through, Fendi moccasins with the big F (Ah)

Fucked her one time, put Lorraine on that bitch neck (Woo)

Vogue mink cover, got the MAC while I'm posing

Your third eye closed, stupid ****, I'm chosen

F.P. Journe 'bout as wet as the ocean (Woo)

Briefcase Goyard, snake on my loafers (Mm)

****, I'm culture

Down in the Airs, Gucci gloves with the poker (Ah)

Hat Celine, house brunch, sipping Mimosas

**** like, "How this **** house like the MOMA?"

Long live Virgil, got the chains on the Mona (Mm)

Long live Michelle, when I come, scoot over

I'll be—