Trap House (Live)

In the trap house, in the trap house, in the trap house

Gucci Mane, check It

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

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

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

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

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

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 ****, 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

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