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

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

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

I'm tired of sellin' bricks, I go legit
I wonder can I sell 11 like 50 Cent
'Cause platinum enough, I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed, to shoot dices

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

Gucci shit, bitch, I beg your pardon
I'm but I'm ballin' like a major artist
I stay high giraffe, pussy
In my trap house, smokin' kushy

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

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

Jumped out the whip, everybody
Big clouds of smoke but ain't cookin'
Girl, go Gucci Mane
I want his autograph I'm his biggest fan

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

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

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

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

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

Say I'm with wit a mill' or better
Married to the game, me and [Incomprehensible] live
Street smart nigga, listen to the teacher
You can catch me in the bathroom smokin'

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

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

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