Trappin’ Out a Mansion lyrics

[Intro]
This that high class street music
Paper Route Empire
It’s that Dolph sh*t
You smell me?
Everything extra stupid
Extra stupid
Remember I told you that

[Chorus]
Hit my white girl from the back, bumping Marilyn Manson
Saw her in Los Angeles trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Hit my white girl from the back, bumping Marilyn Manson
Chilling in Los Angeles trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion

[Verse 1]
You b*tches love Dolph money
I don’t know what you thought, man
This watch cost a Benz and this coopy cost a house, man
Nothing but designer grade pistols in my house, man
Met your b*tch at the club but I f*cked her on my couch, man
Memphis – that’s my city, but castello that my hood, though
High class street, n*gga, but still I f*ck with hood hoes
Smoking weed, f*cking white b*tches, trappin’ out a mansion
Countin bread and having rough sex with Khloe Kardashian
Put down the jeans sagging, all these diamonds flashing
How could your b*tch pass this sh*t up, home boy, I’m just asking?
Got her bent over, pulling her hair, bumping that Marilyn Manson
Trappin’ out a mansion
[Chorus]
Hit my white girl from the back, bumping Marilyn Manson
Somewhere in Los Angeles trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Hit my white girl from the back, bumping Marilyn Manson
Chilling in Los Angeles trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion

[Verse 2]
Mansion full of white girls, blue ass blonde hair
Green eyes, black hair
Thicc just like a black girl
Think she got booty shots, just look how it poke out back there
Well f*ck, I let, I got her second bells and counting racks there
Used to shop in mall in Memphis, now I shop in Beverly Hills
As a kid grew up with no license, heat, now I got several cribs
I’m always on the run, I can never sit still
f*ck the world and how I feel
If it ain’t a couple of mill then f*ck that deal, it ain’t for me
I need seven million or more n*gga, just to sign up
Gotta pay somebody a quarter of million just to find us
Marble floors and white hoes, trappin’ out a mansion

[Chorus]
Hit my white girl from the back, bumping Marilyn Manson
Saw her in Los Angeles trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Hit my white girl from the back, bumping Marilyn Manson
Chilling in Los Angeles trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion
Trappin’ out a mansion, trappin’ out a mansion