House on the Hills Songtext
von Left Boy

22 Rims on the Coupé de Ville, I go (Ah yes, I got no chill)
747 and I got the bill, I go (Ah yes, I got no chill)
I′m sorry that you can't relate to how I feel (Ah yes, I got no chill)
Just a rich kid with a house on the hills

I was at the bar last night
With a chick with an ass so tight
Make a lemon go squish
I′m in a phantom panting like a panther
Pulling up to mansions dancing I'm rich
I got this gift, I fucking rap so good and my look is sick
I got your chick bouncing up, up and down my dick
It's like a rollercoaster, oh shit
Oh shit babygirl love the clip
Ratatatata, on some west coast shit
The dopest everybody fucking knows this
Kill ′em all send ′em red roses


(Ah yes, I got no chill) Fuck your bitch at the hotel (no chill)
(Ah yes, I got no chill) Ten racks on black I got no (chill)
(No chill) Pull up in the Veyron (no chill)
(Ah yes, I got no chill) Just a rich kid with a house on the hills

Back at it
Crack for the crack addict
Heard you on the radio
We're outta here static
Shit so whack can′t understand it
I say 90 vroom, drive automatic
And your new chick that's my last chick (last chick)
Nickname Mr. Fantastic (tastic)
Flex on your girl so elastic (so elastic)
Drop high flames spit acid (argh)
Top fresh clothes, whole secondary hoes
Non-stop gold drop legendary flows
Hard body I shook tight
LB, man tell ′em what the hook like

(Ah yes, I got no chill) Fuck your bitch at the hotel (no chill)
(Ah yes, I got no chill) Ten racks on black I got no (chill)
(No chill) Pull up in the Veyron (no chill)
(Ah yes, I got no chill) Just a rich kid with a house on the hills


22 Rims on the Coupé de Ville, I go (Ah yes, I got no chill)
747 and I got the bill, I go (Ah yes, I got no chill)
I'm sorry that you can′t relate to how I feel (Ah yes, I got no chill)
Just a rich kid with a house on the hills