808, 808 Mafia
Yeah

Yeah, the hood show me love every time I come home (ayy)
Ain't no price tag, but I can buy what I want (ayy)
New Prada pants, don't rock Amiris no more (ayy)
Why these niggas mad? Man, the hell if I know (ayy)
The hood show me love every time I come home (ayy)
Ain't no price tag, but I can buy what I want (ayy)
New Prada pants, don't rock Amiris no more (ayy)
Why these niggas mad? Man, the hell if I know (ayy)

She give me pinata, she gone bust it open
Bitch, I'm from the bottom, where niggas keep a four fifth
Money blue it's so crip, all my money rolling
Hit her from the back, yeah, she want me to hold hands
Thinking bout' them racks, wait, like I work at Nordstrom
Smoking on a pack, wait, rolling up your old friends
Man, her ass so fat, wait, she want me to go again
She don't know my tracks, wait, must be a Magnolia fan
She throw me the cat, wait, I feel like a Doja fan
When I get that bag, wait, man I do the Soulja dance
Call me eighty racks, wait why you tryna expose your man?
Boy, you know that's cap, ayy, I ain't even want your bands

Yeah, the hood show me love every time I come home (ayy)
Ain't no price tag, but I can buy what I want (ayy)
New Prada pants, don't rock Amiris no more (ayy)
Why these niggas mad? Man, the hell if I know (ayy)
The hood show me love every time I come home (ayy)
Ain't no price tag, but I can buy what I want (ayy)
New Prada pants, don't rock Amiris no more (ayy)
Why these niggas mad? Man, the hell if I know (ayy)

Yeah, a nigga got opps, just point 'em out
I'm running it up, you running your mouth
She sucking my dick, I cum in her mouth
Run me your shit, they come in your house
I feel like Martin, you get to steppin'
I need Charmin, shit on you peasants
Fresh to death like a stairway to heaven
I'm with a square, now I got seven
Her nigga a square, took her in seconds
I beat up the pussy like I'm in Tekken
She bent over like them stretches
She get tired when she ride for real
I stack my money like I play Tetris
Throw her the money, look like confetti
I got the sauce, it's like spaghetti
You wanna race, bitch, I'm Andretti, yeah

Yeah, the hood show me love every time I come home (ayy)
Ain't no price tag, but I can buy what I want (ayy)
New Prada pants, don't rock Amiris no more (ayy)
Why these niggas mad? Man, the hell if I know (ayy)
The hood show me love every time I come home (ayy)
Ain't no price tag, but I can buy what I want (ayy)
New Prada pants, don't rock Amiris no more (ayy)
Why these niggas mad? Man, the hell if I know

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bryan Lamar Simmons, Cory Moon, Dimitris Sarantzis, Jordan Timothy Jenks