Penthouse
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Penthouse we up
Penthouse we up
Go and throw threes up
Hit the plug re-up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Penthouse we up
Penthouse we up
Go and throw threes up
Hit the plug re-up
Penthouse we up
Basement you down
Your party sound like the muzzle on
And mines click clack bloaw
Fly nigga on deck
Hit the gym then flex
When I'm dripping with the sauce
All the girls get wet
What you doing in the back
Holla at me in the front
Homie i aint got what you need
But i can give you what you want
You want to feel no stress
You want to feel so blessed
You want the real success
Am i right umm yes
And thats me right here
Got it shaken in the booth
Running circles round rappers
Had them niggas in a loop
I remember that time
In the back of that line
I see you niggas tryna cut
You dont even wanna try
I got a hitta to the left
And he got something on his right
4'5 or a choppa
And i aint talking bout a bike
A nigga need to be secured
Cause these niggas start lurking
And watch out for them birds
I can hear them bitches chirping
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Penthouse we up
Penthouse we up
Go and throw threes up
Hit the plug re-up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Penthouse we up
Penthouse we up
Go and throw threes up
Hit the plug re-up
Hell yea I'm lit
Like the batman logo
Niggaz wanna take my spot
Tell em meet me in the dojo
I ain't fighting you fair
I'll hit you with a low blow
Im austin with them powers
And i aint lost my mojo
Young boy stay humble
I aint lost my pride
To the top was a tour
And i aint have no guide
O me o my
I deserve this shit
And if your girl work harder
You dont deserve that bitch
That aint making no sense
Why's she paying yo rent
I don't fuck with them boys
Please pardon my french
I was sitting on the side line
Like im playing for the bench
I swear i wasn't injured
I'm just walking with a limp
I be talking like a pimp
I'm a king you a prince
I had to make it out this bitch
All that money that i spent
I'm your number one pic
And yall know what i been bout
Oh you niggaz aint heard
I just moved into the penthouse
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Penthouse we up
Penthouse we up
Go and throw threes up
Hit the plug re-up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Penthouse we up
Penthouse we up
Go and throw threes up
Hit the plug re-up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Penthouse we up
Penthouse we up
Go and throw threes up
Hit the plug re-up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Penthouse we up
Penthouse we up
Go and throw threes up
Hit the plug re-up
Penthouse we up
Basement you down
Your party sound like the muzzle on
And mines click clack bloaw
Fly nigga on deck
Hit the gym then flex
When I'm dripping with the sauce
All the girls get wet
What you doing in the back
Holla at me in the front
Homie i aint got what you need
But i can give you what you want
You want to feel no stress
You want to feel so blessed
You want the real success
Am i right umm yes
And thats me right here
Got it shaken in the booth
Running circles round rappers
Had them niggas in a loop
I remember that time
In the back of that line
I see you niggas tryna cut
You dont even wanna try
I got a hitta to the left
And he got something on his right
4'5 or a choppa
And i aint talking bout a bike
A nigga need to be secured
Cause these niggas start lurking
And watch out for them birds
I can hear them bitches chirping
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Penthouse we up
Penthouse we up
Go and throw threes up
Hit the plug re-up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Penthouse we up
Penthouse we up
Go and throw threes up
Hit the plug re-up
Hell yea I'm lit
Like the batman logo
Niggaz wanna take my spot
Tell em meet me in the dojo
I ain't fighting you fair
I'll hit you with a low blow
Im austin with them powers
And i aint lost my mojo
Young boy stay humble
I aint lost my pride
To the top was a tour
And i aint have no guide
O me o my
I deserve this shit
And if your girl work harder
You dont deserve that bitch
That aint making no sense
Why's she paying yo rent
I don't fuck with them boys
Please pardon my french
I was sitting on the side line
Like im playing for the bench
I swear i wasn't injured
I'm just walking with a limp
I be talking like a pimp
I'm a king you a prince
I had to make it out this bitch
All that money that i spent
I'm your number one pic
And yall know what i been bout
Oh you niggaz aint heard
I just moved into the penthouse
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Penthouse we up
Penthouse we up
Go and throw threes up
Hit the plug re-up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Hell yea we up
Penthouse we up
Penthouse we up
Go and throw threes up
Hit the plug re-up
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Krauss
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