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

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

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

I'm tired of sellin' bricks, I go legit
I wonder can I 11 mill' like 50 Cent
'Cause platinum ain't enough, I got too vices
I love to weed, love to shoot dices

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say I'm workin' with wit a mill' or
Married to the game, me and live together
Street nigga, never listen to the teacher
You can catch me in the bathroom 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 account
goin' in, junkies goin' out
Made a hundred thou' in my trap

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