Moneybagg Yo – HOE House Lyrics

HOE House

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"HOE House." - Moneybagg Yo

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 02:43 pm

Album: Federal 3X

Track No: 14

I issue dope out of my hoe house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost ****, I pour more out
Ain't your business, stay in your lane
Hey, don't speak on shit you don't know 'bout
All that back and forth talking
If it real beef, then shots goes out, yeah
That's just how I feel about it, that's just how I'm feelin'
I'm cruising the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling
Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, need mine
**** tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain't my kind
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's
I got my lil' young bitch, mouth wide open, trap don't never close
I got my lil' **** on some hot shit, riding with dracos
If they catch a charge, don't worry 'bout it, bonds, I make those
Thumbing through these pesos in the bando with Big Dandro
I went crazy in Guns 'N' Ammo, I must think I'm Rambo
Though money, guns, and crime, B G E, yeah, that's my fam-o
I handle wax like a candle, pull a drive-by out a Lambo
I issue dope out of my hoe house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost ****, I pour more out
Ain't your business, stay in your lane
Hey, don't speak on shit you don't know 'bout
All that back and forth talking
If it real beef, then shots goes out, yeah
That's just how I feel about it, that's just how I'm feelin'
I'm cruising the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling
Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, need mine
**** tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain't my kind
Inditement time, **** out here dropping 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' **** so behind, you need to catch up like Heinz
Diamonds, ooh, they shine, 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 a grind, ooh, I been running up iron, yeah
My watch ain't regular, I got them pointers in mine
I got a hoe 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 hoe house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost ****, I pour more out
Ain't your business, stay in your lane
Hey, don't speak on shit you don't know 'bout
All that back and forth talking
If it real beef, then shots goes out, yeah
That's just how I feel about it, that's just how I'm feelin'
I'm cruising the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling
Ho callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout time, need mine
**** tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain't my kind

Writer(s): Demario White.

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