Trap House

In the trap house, in the trap house

In the trap house, Gucci Mane, check itChoppa 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 houseMoney 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 houseI'm tired of sellin' bricks, I wanna go legit

I wonder can I sell 11 mill' like 50 Cent

'Cause platinum ain't enough, I got too many vices

I love to smoke weed, love to shoot dicesSay my life style extravagant

I talk cash shit, bitches say I'm arrogant

Well, goddamn Gucci cockin it

But at the same time young hoes be jockin' slimGucci ain't shit, bitch, I beg your pardon

I'm independent but I'm ballin' like a major artist

I stay high like giraffe, pussy

In my trap house, smokin' rubber kushyChoppa 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 houseMoney 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 houseJumped out the whip, everybody lookin'

Big clouds of smoke but ain't nobody cookin'

Girl, there go Gucci Mane

I want his autograph 'cause I'm his biggest fanYellow Humvee with the yellow feet

Yellow diamonds the same color as cheddar cheese

And I'm smokin' on that purple shit

They call me temp service 'cause I'll work a bitchMoney long like Shaq feet

Runnin' dough like a sprinter at a track meet

I heard he got that soft white

Extended clips make them busters get they mind rightChoppa 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 houseMoney 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 houseIn my trap house watchin' Sports Center

In the kitchen cookin' but I ain't cookin' dinner

Splash it with the water, whip it, make it harder

17 for 'em the same number as Quincy CarterSay I'm 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' reeferPrices low like Wal-Mart

Bricks on I-9, get your shoppin' cart

Knee deep in the dope game

I'm not a farmer but I'm known to push them collard greensChoppa 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 houseMoney 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