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

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

I'm tired of bricks, I wanna go legit
I wonder can I sell 11 mill' 50 Cent
'Cause platinum ain't enough, I got too many
I to smoke weed, love to shoot dices

Say my style extravagant
I talk shit, bitches say I'm arrogant
Well, goddamn Gucci it
But at the same young hoes be jockin' slim

Gucci ain't shit, bitch, I beg pardon
I'm independent but I'm ballin' like a major
I stay like giraffe, pussy
In my house, smokin' rubber kushy

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

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

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

Money long like feet
Runnin' dough a sprinter at a track meet
I he got that soft white
Extended clips them 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 thou' in my trap house

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

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

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

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

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

kinda short 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