Shawty Redd - Trap House lyrics

[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]