[Chorus]
House in the hills
Counting these mills up
We gon' party, go hard, till it kills us
Get a cup, get it filled up
6 AM give a fuck, boy, we still up
Dig in my pockets and find a hundred thou now
Send a hundred rockets on an op and hunt them down now
I'm in the party and you know we shut it down. Wow
If they talkin' shit then I hit 'em with the roundhouse
[Verse 1]
House up in the hills
Counting up these mills
Boy you know I keep a filled blunt (Uh-huh)
Off the cuff, I keep it real
Yall are acting fake
So I know you couldn't feel us (Feel us)
So shawty, what's the deal?
Molly and the pills, so I know you tryin' feel sum
And she just do it for the thrill
Cocaine with a bill
But she dying for that real love
She told mе that she down bad
But she know she spеcial
Throw a party at my crib
Diamonds dancin' on my bezel
Told her come through in a split
She want me bring out the devil
Stop that fakin'
Why you playin'?
I'm on another level
Than you fuck motherfucker
[Chorus]
House in the hills
Counting these mills up
We gon' party, go hard, till it kills us
Get a cup, get it filled up
6 AM give a fuck, boy, we still up
Dig in my pockets and find a hundred thou now
Send a hundred rockets on an op and hunt them down now
I'm in the party and you know we shut it down. Wow
If they talkin' shit then I hit 'em with the roundhouse
[Verse 2]
If she need me then I'm comin'
It's a breakthrough when I'm stunting
Ain't no cuffs here but we fuckin'
Drop a bag on her it ain't nothin'
You know I ain't bluffin'
All you needed to know
Is she always gon be there when I need her the most
So get the champagne
Ain't worried 'bout a damn thing
Ain't it crazy how your mans change?
When you ain't owe they ass a damn thing
And now I have had too much
Could you come with me?
Let's all do white girl and shrooms by the G
Welcome to my world these Hollywood hills
Living this lifestyle it probably would kill you
[Chorus]
House in the hills
Counting these mills up
We gon' party, go hard, till it kills us
Get a cup, get it filled up
6 AM give a fuck, boy, we still up
Dig in my pockets and find a hundred thou now
Send a hundred rockets on an op and hunt them down now
I'm in the party and you know we shut it down. Wow
If they talkin' shit then I hit 'em with the roundhouse
Till It Kills me was written by Mason Davis.