Trap House

In the trap house, in the trap house
In the trap house,
Gucci Mane, check it
Choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach
Hood rich so
I never had a bank account
Junkies goin in, junkies goin out
Made a hundred thou in my trap house
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred thou in my trap house
Bricks goin in, bricks goin out
Made a hundred thou in my trap house
Im tired of sellin bricks,
I wanna go legit
I wonder can
I sell 11 mill like 50
CentCause platinum aint enough,
I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed, love to shoot dices
Say my life style extravagant
I talk cash shit, bitches say
Im arrogant
Well, goddamn
Gucci cockin' it
But at the same time young hoes be jockin slim
Gucci aint shit, bitch,
I beg your pardon
Im independent but
Im ballin like a major artist
I stay high like giraffe, pussy
In my trap house, smokin rubber kushy
Choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach
Hood rich so
I never had a bank account
Junkies goin in, junkies goin out
Made a hundred thou in my trap house
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred thou in my trap house
Bricks goin in, bricks goin out
Made a hundred thou in my trap house
Jumped out the whip, everybody lookin
Big clouds of smoke but aint nobody cookin
Girl, there go
Gucci Mane
I want his autograph cause
Im his biggest fan
Yellow Humvee with the yellow feet
Yellow diamonds the same color as cheddar cheese
And Im smokin on that purple shit
They call me temp service cause
Ill work a bitch
Money long like
Shaq feetRunnin dough like a sprinter at a track meet
I heard he got that soft white
Extended clips make them busters get they mind right
Choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach
Hood rich so
I never had a bank account
Junkies goin in, junkies goin out
Made a hundred thou in my trap house
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred thou in my trap house
Bricks goin in, bricks goin out
Made a hundred thou in my trap house
In my trap house watchin
Sports Center
In the kitchen cookin but
I aint cookin dinner
Splash it with the water, whip it, make it harder17 for em the same number as
Quincy Carter
Say Im workin with wit a mill or better
Married to the game, me and [Incomprehensible] live together
Street smart nigga, never listen to the teacher
You can catch me in the bathroom smokin reefer
Prices low like
Wal-MartBricks on
I-9, get your shoppin cart
Knee deep in the dope game
Im not a farmer but
Im known to push them collard greens
Choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach
Hood rich so
I never had a bank account
Junkies goin in, junkies goin out
Made a hundredthou in my trap house
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred thou in my trap house
Bricks goin in, bricks goin out
Made a hundred thou in my trap house