Hoe House Lyrics - Moneybagg Yo

I issue dope out of my ho house 

I count money and blow smoke out 

I fuck groupies, I sell shows out 

I lost niggas, I pour more out 

Ain't your business, stay in your lane 

Ayy don't speak on shit you don't know 'bout 

All that back and forth talkin' 

If it's real beef then shots gos out, yeah 

That's just how I feel about it, that's just how I'm feelin' 

I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling 

Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, you ain't mine 

Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain't my kind 

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You ain't my kind, pussy stand in line 

Don't call my phone, when you do I hit decline 

See shots gon' go out, they gon' ask me 'bout my whereabouts 

I was at my ho house with my dick all in that ho mouth 

Icebox got my wrist froze, on me seafood, I'm at Pappadeaux 

I got my lil young bitch, mouth wide open, trap don't ever close 

I got my lil niggas on some hot shit, ridin' with dracos 

If they catch a charge don't worry 'bout it, bonds I make those 

Thumbin' through these pesos in the bando with Big Dandro 

I went crazy in Guns N Ammo, I must think I'm Rambo 

Through money, guns, and crime, BGE, yeah that's my famo 

I handle wicks like a candle 

Pull a drive-by out a Lambo 

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I issue dope out of my ho house 

I count money and blow smoke out 

I fuck groupies, I sell shows out 

I lost niggas, I pour more out 

Ain't your business, stay in your lane 

Ayy don't speak on shit you don't know 'bout 

All that back and forth talkin' 

If it's real beef then shots gos out, yeah 

That's just how I feel about it, that's just how I'm feelin' 

I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling 

Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, you ain't mine 

Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain't my kind 

Indictment time, niggas out here droppin' dimes 

I'm somewhere layin' low with my feet up on recline 

Don't pay no mind, I'm just worried 'bout me and mine 

You wasn't straight from the start 

You a fraud, I peeped the signs 

You lil niggas so behind 

You need to catch up like Heinz 

Diamonds, ooh they shinin' 

Invested fifty in my time 

I walk in Christian Loub's, spike on my shoe like porcupine 

Hitters in the trap spot, holdin' choppers, lookin' out blinds, yeah 

I'm on the grind, ooh I been runnin' up iron, yeah 

My watch ain't regular, I got them pointers in mine 

I got a ho that's a dime, she never get out of line 

She know if she say the wrong thing or speak out of turn 

She can get fired 

I issue dope out of my ho house 

I count money and blow smoke out 

I fuck groupies, I sell shows out 

I lost niggas, I pour more out 

Ain't your business, stay in your lane 

Ayy don't speak on shit you don't know 'bout 

All that back and forth talkin' 

If it's real beef then shots gos out, yeah 

That's just how I feel about it, that's just how I'm feelin' 

I'm cruisin' the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling 

Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, you ain't mine 

Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain't my kind