Big Sean - My House Lyrics

My House Lyrics by Big Sean

Do it
Nigga fuck yo bitch nigga

Shit, whose house is this?
Laughin’ so hard my tongue is out and shit
I stack dead Prez, mouth to mouth that shit
They told me a nigga wouldn’t amount to, shit
Nigga, Whose house is this?
Laughin’ so hard my tongue is out and shit
I stack dead Prez, mouth to mouth that shit
But you don’t know nothin’ about that, shit

Yellin’, whose house is this? Huh
Bitch, Do I even gotta ask now?
Who the fuck are you? Do you even got you a pass?
I don’t know why you cuffin’ yo girl, she ain’t even got her no ass
Middle fingers to all of the nonbelievers
Not only did I beat the odds, I also got even
Took a spot up on the throne, I see myself see myself
Said it twice ’cause history repeats itself ‘peats itself
Man I can’t even lie, I be high I be high
Mother fuck drinkin’ and drivin’, I’d rather get high and fly
I’m out of here, like outer wear
We are not the same, you are not a player
My house is somewhere off in the woods, girls in my bed like I’m papa bear
They say hard work pays off, wrong it pays good as hell
You the man huh? Sorry I couldn’t tell
Claimin’ that they BIG, well I really can’t lie
From the top they all look the same size

Shit, whose house is this?
Laughin’ so hard my tongue is out and shit
I stack dead Prez, mouth to mouth that shit
They told me a nigga wouldn’t amount to, shit
Nigga, Whose house is this?
Laughin’ so hard my tongue is out and shit
I stack dead Prez, mouth to mouth that shit
But you don’t know nothin’ about that, shit

I start my mornin’ with the paper
Bitch I’m rich free press, hundreds on all the pages
And you can’t slow me down, I’m sorry there’s no delay
Me and my committee run the city, you just tryin’ to join the relay
Leader of the new school, reportin’ from the PA
These niggas call me cause but I don’t know why, cause we can’t relate
I got yo sister doin’ thangs on camera I can’t replay
But she’s a waste of time, fuck I could’ve had a V8
I turn thousands to milli’s, it’s time to renovate the ceiling
I’m turning houses to buildings, hustle while you out here chilling
What’s the wordy I’m certainly getting rich in a hurry
I swear I fuck ’til I’m tired, I’m getting high ’til it’s blurry
I’m from the dirty glove, where hammers turn crews into jurys
They’ll make you sit down, but as long as you with me ain’t no worries
Man I’m puttin’ on for my crew, never for these hoes
I’m puttin’ on for my city, she puttin’ on her clothes

Shit, whose house is this?
Laughin’ so hard my tongue is out and shit
I stack dead Prez, mouth to mouth that shit
They told me a nigga wouldn’t amount to, shit
Nigga, Whose house is this?
Laughin’ so hard my tongue is out and shit
I stack dead Prez, mouth to mouth that shit
But you don’t know nothin’ about that, shit

Big Sean - Live This Life Lyrics ft The Dream

Big Sean - Live This Life Lyrics ft The Dream

[Hook - The Dream]
Oh shit I’m finally famous
And I’m rolling with the motherf-ckin’ top down
How can you blame us?
I wanna break you off like right now
[Verse 1 - Big Sean]
Hell yeah nigga high right now
That’s the reason I said “hi” right now
Come have the time of your life right now
All you gotta do is close your eyes right now
This shit classic, they ask “where your outfit from?”
Plead, The Saks Fifth, first class
Only culture games and practice
Oh you athletic? Shit, show me on the mattress
Cause it’s already night time
And I feel like the right time
Twisting up my fingers
Like the young P-A-C, B-I-G but she just call me D-A-D
I do it
[Hook - The Dream]
[Bridge: Big Sean]
And I’mma need that penthouse on top of the world
That Detroit player on top of the world
Detroit players on top of your girl
It’s been a hell of a night
What a beautiful life
Lets show ‘em how to live this life
Show ‘em how to live this life
Fancy things
Flashing lights, it’s been a hell of a night
What a beautiful life
[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Hell yeah, nigga gone right now
That’s why we should get gone right now
I’m trying to get you home right now
I bet I could turn you on right now
Really I can’t call it
Stress turned me into a weed-head
And parties into an alcoholic
And money turned me into a workaholic
And money turned her into a twerkaholic
Yeah do it, do it, do it with no hands
Do it like you do it when you do it with your man
I could pull up in a Honda Civic, pulling bitches
It ain’t about the cars, it’s ’bout that nigga thats up in it
Right here: and all I need is a minute
Start it up, guaranteed I’mma finish
In the night time, I feel like the right time
So here go the drink you’ve been waiting all life for
Make sure the muthaf-cking ice cold
My jewelry is ice-cold, stone is albino
Cause you’re burning up, your outfit is dyno
Let’s give em a light show
[The Dream]
I ain’t Paul McCartney or John Lenon
I ain’t buying Beetles, I’m buying Benzes
They mad at you mamacita
Cause them bitches look like Bobby Bonilla
Oh shit I’m finally famous
And I’m rolling with the motherf-ckin’ top down
How can you blame us?
I wanna break you off like right now
[Bridge]

Big Sean Ft. Pharrell - Get It (DT) Lyrics

Big Sean Ft. Pharrell - Get It (DT) Lyrics

yo! it’s money time!
yezzir..

i’m tryna stuff em until i can’t fit no more
i’m talking donald trump level
i’m trying to get these dreams off the ground
all aboard for the shuttle
all the hoes, screaming “ho!”
that nigga go, go for the gold

okay, “b-i, b-i”, bitch i do it to death
if i come in with half, bet i leave with the rest
ok, you might be cool getting 50%
i’m like “what you doing? i need diddy’s percent!”
got a million on line 1 and another mil’ dialing in
momma on line 4, telling me how much not to spend
‘ye on line 3 telling me how we ’bout to win
you on hold tryna get conferenced in
i just, i just gotta have it, imagine making it happen
i prayed about it then grabbed it
my life is a f-cking movie, the baddest bitches get casted
i’m in a race with myself to see who could get it the fastest
sipping on shit older than me
the warmer the weather, the colder the drink
the colder the weather, the warmer the mink
i’m living life like a found a f-cking check with no ink
i get it

i’m tryna stuff em until i can’t fit no more
i’m talking donald trump level
i’m trying to get these dreams off the ground
all aboard for the shuttle
all the hoes! screaming “ho!”
that nigga go, go for the gold (hey)
get it, get it, nigga we can get it
get it, get it, nigga you can get it
get it, get it, nigga i can get it
yea, yea, my nigga we can get it

whoa! the sky never seemed so low
looking at her like “you never seemed so close”
i had a dream about a trillion in cash
it’s time to make it happen!
i’m back to dreaming what you can’t imagine
talking cash, you gotta fake an accent
i’ve broke enough tree down that i could make a cabin
look, i turn all my problems to ash
all my wants into have’s
and then divide it by half
pass it on to my man, write my will out then
pass it on to my fam and finally become a man
i had a dream i was greatest of all time
greatest of all big’s, greatest of all sean’s
sipping on shit older than me
the warmer the weather, the colder the drink
the colder the weather, the warmer the mink
i’m living life like a found a f-cking check with no ink
i get it