Trap House

Lyrics

[Intro] In the trap house, in the trap house, in the trap house Gucci Mane, check It [Chorus] Chopper on the floor, pistol on the couch Hood rich, so I never had a bank account Junkies goin' in, junkies goin' out Made a hundred thou' in my trap house Money kind of 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 [Verse 1] I'm tired of sellin' bricks, I wanna go legit I wonder, can I sell eleven mil' like 50 Cent? 'Cause platinum ain't enough, I got too many vices I love to smoke weed, love to shoot dices Say my lifestyle extravagant I talk cash shit, bitches say I'm arrogant Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky then 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' Bubba Kushy [Chorus] Chopper on the floor, pistol on the couch Hood rich, so I never had a bank account Junkies goin' in, junkies goin' out Made a hundred thou' in my trap house Money kind of 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 [Verse 2] 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' dope like a sprinter at a track meet I heard he got that soft white Extended clips make them busters get they mind right [Chorus] Chopper on the floor, pistol on the couch Hood rich, so I never had a bank account Junkies goin' in, junkies goin' out Made a hundred thou' in my trap house Money kind of 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 [Verse 3] In my trap house, watchin' SportsCenter In the kitchen cookin', but I ain't cookin' dinner Splash it with the water, whip it, make it harder Seventeen for 'em, same number as Quincy Carter Say I'm workin' with a mil' or better Married to the game, me and money live together Street smart nigga, never listened to the teacher You can catch me in the bathroom smokin' reefer Prices low like Walmart Bricks on aisle nine, get your shoppin' cart Knee-deep in the dope game I'm not a farmer, but I'm known to push them collard greens [Chorus] Chopper on the floor, pistol on the couch Hood rich, so I never had a bank account Junkies goin' in, junkies goin' out Made a hundred thou' in my trap house Money kind of 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