Mansion

They like '04 Nati is back
And I got Rob on the track to put the song in a trance
I've been sittin' in the lab tryin' to follow the plan
I done hit 'em for collabs. They ain't calling me back
Came back with a bottle of 'yak
Bottle of Cris, bottle of Jim, bottle of Jack
Bottle of this, bottle of that
God damn, how many bottles is that?
And you know we got the models in back
I ain't talkin' 'bout shots. They gon' swallow and gag
Like a dog off the leash, no collar or tag
You know I'm just playin'. Calm down and relax
I got the world in the palm of my hands
You can keep the Percs and the mollies and Xans
I'm tryin' to flirt with a Bollywood actress
At a party in France. Fuck a Hollywood mansion

Like oh no! Cradle to casket
A fatal attraction to the fame and the mansion
Like oh no! Vacation in Aspen
Takin' the Jag or to the Hamptons
Like oh no! Maintainin' a habit
Poppin' pills like you're takin' an aspirin
Like oh no! Cradle to casket
A fatal attraction to the fame and the mansion. Like

Listen, I could not give a fuck less
I am not concerned with success
I'm with the boys makin' noise, call it dubstep
Half drunk and we ain't left the pub yet
I don't succumb to peer pressure or to dumb threats
Probably the only person here could pass a drug test
It's SPK from sunrise to sunset
And I keep the funds next to where the gun's kept
I'll make the music that I wanna make
Don't nominate me. I don't want the praise
Told 'em walk away. Bitch, I don't talk to lames
They think Rob and Nati goin' through an awkward phase
We get a lot of hate when we're the topic they
Concentrate on and rate. But it's beyond debate
We don't need your two cents. Keep your pocket change
Fuck rap. We're tryin' to make it on the stock exchange

Like oh no! Cradle to casket
A fatal attraction to the fame and the mansion
Like oh no! Vacation in Aspen
Takin' the Jag or to the Hamptons
Like oh no! Maintainin' a habit
Poppin' pills like you're takin' an aspirin
Like oh no! Cradle to casket
A fatal attraction to the fame and the mansion. Like

Let's spend the night at the chateau
If you ain't got a passport, then you can't go
If you gotta ask for it, the demand's low
Whippin' the damn foreign down the back roads
Whippin' the 'rrari fast and the 'lac slow
Sippin' Bacardi Black in Orlando
They never did call me back 'bout collabos
Said I'm an asshole. Oh, is that so?
I'm sick and tired of these rappers' quotes
I've been spittin' fire like a dragon though
Try to get inspired, find a chance to grow
I got the antidote for the lack of soul
Does the pink hair come with a matchin' bow?
Fuck around, you gon' get your hood pass revoked
Keep poppin' Xans, you'll collapse and croak
They'll find your body in the back of a Phantom Rolls

Like oh no! Cradle to casket
A fatal attraction to the fame and the mansion
Like oh no! Vacation in Aspen
Takin' the Jag or to the Hamptons
Like oh no! Maintainin' a habit
Poppin' pills like you're takin' an aspirin
Like oh no! Cradle to casket
A fatal attraction to the fame and the mansion. Like



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Writer(s): Gerald Owen
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