DJ Holiday - Trap House lyrics

[Intro: Ca$h Out] I'm talking trap sh** From now on, if you ain't been in that booth I don't wanna do a song with you Trap sh**, aye [Hook: Ca$h Out] I roll up my weed, I'm smokin' that pound I'm up in the boat, I think it's a drought The car should pull out, the rest should pull out What else can I say? I love the trap house I love the trap house (x4) The car should pull out, the rest should pull out What else can I say? I love the trap house [Verse 1: Ca$h Out] I'm up in the boat, I'm whippin' a fo' I'm whippin' a nine, the Rollie my time, no wastin' my time I'm doing my time if I do the crime, these n***as gon' tell I said these n***as gon' tell, they ain't got no bail, these n***as is hell I love it, I love it like August Alsina, I'm whippin' a Beamer These n***as, they plottin', these n***as, they schemin', [?] Made everybody say "Woo!" I'm up in the boat with Gambino, they say "Woo!" Her p**y got a little tang so I say "Wu!" Heh, heh, heh, don't crack me up Money, you know I stacked it up Six months then I packed it up, trap rules Carry so much weight, sh**, I gotta make the news I love the trap house [Hook] [Verse 2: Quavo] What can I say? I love the bando, you don't need to be talking What can I say? The bando got a n***a Giuseppe-walking Papi know that I'mma shoot If you try to take a deuce, lean or boot She a bad b**h but I make her cook, now she mad at me She jingalin' them pockets out a papi It ain't a trap house, you ain't got a shooter at the door Hell nah, it ain't no trap house, you ain't got a fork and a bowl [Verse 3: Takeoff] I can't get enough of the egg beater Got my hand in the bowl whippin' jungle fever Walk in my trap house, I'm selling that Justin Bieber Trap n***a, using my strap for a heater My diamonds on cold, they callin' me Freezer You p**y n***a, they call you Vegeta A hundred thousand for a feature Fifty thousand for a picture Back then was I was a lil' n***a Gettin' in trouble, had to see the preacher Mama told me read the scripture "Put God first and you'll be a rich n***a" Whippin' and whippin' and whippin' and whippin' that pot (Whippin' it, whippin' it, whippin' it) Till my arms fall off Lot of ratchets, pacer active, money machine how I'm coppin' it [Hook] [Verse 4: Offset] I love the trap house, got a brick on my couch Got a K on my couch, got yo' b**h in my house I built the empire, started with a ounce Stretching the nine cause every ground counts Trap out the bando, just like I'm Rambo It's just surveillance when I change the channel Trappin' and cappin' bought me a new Phantom I paid my dues, I dropped outta school They say I'm a fool, I'm whippin' the deuce I never fold cause I don't have a clue Touch down on a p**y like dog food Distributing work with intentions I'm the teacher, yo' b**h in detention Fifty bricks all outta quantity Controllin' the flour, good quality (Woop woop) There go 12! Go in the house, we can't go to jail! No T.I., I'm on a paper trail Enchilada for sale like Taco Bell Indian, trap with the cartel Cook in the kitchen, Offset a chef My fork swim in water like Michael Phelps I made a million in the trap with no help! [Hook]