My House is better than yours

Is better than yours

My House is better than yours

Way better than yours



Who do you know living better than us

Living the life, getting cheddar than us 

Onlookers, say we are street thugs 

They can't book us, so they eat dust

Talking this, talking that, giving us a bad name 

All because we had game, now we are up in the mansion 

They ain't in the action, we have seen their reaction

Way too many girls, it takes two, I don't know what they 

do 

As long they are grown and able, I'm all about bread on 

my table 

Can't surround my head with a fable or even what a 

neighbor will do

For all I care is to keep the music pumped up

Let them know we are here and we are turnt up 

Can you tell the waitress we want cups

We will be popping and won't stop

Till the break of dawn

She just wanna shake her hump, surely I will take her on



My House is better than yours

Is better than yours

My House is better than yours

Way better than yours



This is my house, either day or night, I am iced out

Boys in the corner rolling dice out

Doing what we do, popping eyes out 

Shawties cannot stop flocking in

Once they walk in, we lock them in

Give them what they came for

Some inside game tour of whose got flame more

We are the west, the best, the rest can just watch 

Take it off your chest, just hush

Cos nobody pops this better 

She's about to off her sweater

It ain't really hot in here, yet she doesn't care

She's all about bursting flair

Let's get one thing clear, this all stays here

We are unlike the cool kids, who have been living under 

curfew 

For we are all ripe to do deeds, doing what we ought to



My House is better than yours

Is better than yours

My House is better than yours

Way better than yours



Welcome to the room where I boom boom 

Before you are in, don't assume doom 

I can show you what you want to see in a groom 

But you have got be loyal before I show ya

Kissing like I already know ya

Missing and her friends are going gaga

All she say is "Boy, go harder"

As her phone cannot stop ringing 

Shawty is on top of me, singing

Slowly as I let it all sync in

You are on TV, are you really thinking? 

Blame it all on what I was drinking

I don't leave my guests on the dance floor

Mr Dj, we all want to dance more

Till our legs and hands are all sore

All Y'all !



My House is better than yours

Is better than yours

My House is better than yours

Way better than yours