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

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

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

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

Say my life style
I cash shit, bitches say I'm arrogant
Well, goddamn Gucci it
But at the same time young hoes be slim

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

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 kinda short but we can 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, lookin'
Big clouds of smoke but ain't 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 that purple
They call me temp service 'cause work a bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

Choppa on the floor, on the coach
Hood rich so I never had a bank
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 trap
Bricks in, bricks goin' out
Made a hundred thou' in my trap