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In the trap house, in the house
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

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

I'm tired of sellin' bricks, I go legit
I can I sell 11 mill' like 50 Cent
'Cause ain't 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, Gucci cockin? it
But at the time young hoes be jockin' slim

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

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

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

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

Yellow Humvee with the yellow
Yellow diamonds the same color as cheddar
And I'm smokin' on that shit
They me temp service 'cause I'll work a bitch

Money long Shaq feet
dough like a sprinter at a track meet
I he got that soft white
Extended clips make them busters get they right

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

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

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

Say I'm workin' with wit a mill' or
to the game, me and [Incomprehensible] live together
Street smart nigga, never to the teacher
You can catch me in the smokin' reefer

Prices low like
Bricks on I-9, get your cart
deep in the dope game
I'm not a farmer but I'm known to push them collard

Choppa on the floor, pistol on the
Hood so I never 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 trap
Bricks goin' in, goin' out
Made a hundred in my trap house