[Intro]
In the Trap house, in the Trap House, in the Trap House
Gucci Mane Check It
[Hook]
Choppa on the floor pistol on the couch
Hood rich so I never had a bank account
Junkies going in junkies going out
Made a hundred thou, In my Trap House
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred thou, in my Trap House
Bricks going in, bricks going out
Made a hundred thou, in my Trap House
[Verse 1]
I'm tired of selling bricks I wanna go legit
I wonder can I sell 11 mill like 50 Cent
Cause platinum ain't enough I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed love to shoot dices
Say my lifestyle extravagant I talk cash sh**
b**hes say I'm arrogant well goddamn Gucci co*ky then
But at the same time young hoes be jocking slim
"Gucci ain't sh**.", b**h, I beg your pardon
I'm independent but I'm balling like a major artist
I stay high like giraffe p**y In My Trap House
Smokin' bubba kushie
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Jumped out the whip everybody looking
Big clouds of smoke but ain't nobody cooking
(female talking) "Girl, there go Gucci Mane
I want his autograph cause I'm his biggest fan"
Yellow Humm-V with the yellow feet
Yellow diamonds the same color cheddar cheese
And I'm smoking on that purple sh**
They call me temp service cause I'll work a b**h
Money long like Shaq feet
Running dough like a sprinter at a track meet
I heard he got that soft white
Extended clips make them busters get they mind right
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
In my trap house watchin SportsCenter
In the kitchen cooking but I ain't cooking dinner
Splash it with the water whip it make it harder
17 for 'em the same number as Qunice Carter
Say I'm working with wit a mill or better
Married to the game me and money live together
Street smart n***ah never listen to the teacher
You can catch me in the bathroom smoking reefer
Prices low like Wal*Mart
Bricks on I-9 get ya shopping cart
Knee deep in the dope game
I'm not a farmer but I'm known to push them collard greens
[Hook]