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In the trap house, in the trap
In the house, Gucci Mane, check it

Choppa on the floor, on the coach
rich so I never had a bank account
Junkies in, junkies goin' out
Made a hundred in my trap house

kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred in my trap house
Bricks goin' in, bricks out
Made a hundred thou' in my house

I'm tired of bricks, I wanna go legit
I can I sell 11 mill' like 50 Cent
'Cause ain't enough, I got too many vices
I to smoke weed, love to shoot dices

Say my life extravagant
I cash shit, bitches say I'm arrogant
Well, goddamn cockin? it
But at the same time young be jockin' slim

Gucci ain't shit, bitch, I beg pardon
I'm independent but I'm like a major artist
I stay high giraffe, pussy
In my trap house, rubber kushy

on the floor, pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I had a bank account
Junkies in, junkies goin' out
Made a thou' in my trap house

kinda short but we can work it out
Made a thou' in my trap house
Bricks goin' in, goin' out
Made a hundred thou' in my house

Jumped out the whip, everybody
Big of smoke but ain't nobody cookin'
Girl, there go Gucci
I want his autograph I'm his biggest fan

Yellow Humvee the yellow feet
diamonds the same color as cheddar cheese
And I'm smokin' on purple shit
They call me temp service 'cause work a bitch

long like Shaq feet
Runnin' dough like a sprinter at a meet
I heard he got soft white
Extended clips make them busters get they right

Choppa on the floor, pistol on the
Hood rich so I never had a account
Junkies goin' in, junkies out
Made a hundred in my trap house

Money kinda but we can work it out
Made a hundred in my trap house
goin' in, bricks goin' out
Made a hundred thou' in my house

In my house watchin' Sports Center
In the kitchen cookin' but I ain't cookin'
it with the water, whip it, make it harder
17 for 'em the same number as Carter

Say I'm workin' wit a mill' or better
Married to the game, me and [Incomprehensible] together
Street nigga, never listen to the teacher
You can me in the bathroom smokin' reefer

low like Wal-Mart
Bricks on I-9, get your shoppin'
Knee in the dope game
I'm not a farmer but I'm known to them collard greens

on the floor, pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I never had a bank
Junkies in, junkies goin' out
Made a hundred thou' in my house

Money kinda but we can work it out
Made a hundred thou' in my house
Bricks goin' in, bricks out
Made a thou' in my trap house