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

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

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

Say my style extravagant
I talk cash shit, say I'm arrogant
Well, Gucci 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 like giraffe,
In my house, smokin' rubber kushy

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

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

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

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

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

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

Money short but we can work 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' Sports
In the cookin' but I ain't cookin' dinner
Splash it with the water, it, make it harder
17 for 'em the same number as Quincy

Say I'm with 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 bathroom smokin'

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 push collard greens

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

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