Trap House Lyrics

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
I'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 dices
Say 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' slim
Gucci 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 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 ain't nobody cookin' Girl, there go Gucci Mane I want his autograph 'cause I'm his biggest fan
Yellow 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 bitch
Money 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 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 ain't cookin' dinner Splash it with the water, whip it, make it harder 17 for 'em the same number as Quincy Carter
Say 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' reefer
Prices 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 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 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