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

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

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

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

Say my life extravagant
I cash shit, bitches say I'm arrogant
Well, Gucci cockin? it
But at the same time hoes be jockin' slim

Gucci ain't shit, bitch, I beg your
I'm independent but I'm like a major artist
I high like giraffe, pussy
In my house, smokin' rubber kushy

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

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

Jumped out the whip, everybody
Big clouds of but ain't nobody cookin'
Girl, go Gucci Mane
I his autograph 'cause I'm his biggest fan

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

long like Shaq feet
Runnin' dough like a sprinter at a track
I he got that soft white
Extended clips make them get they mind right

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 hundred thou' in my house

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

Say I'm workin' with wit a or better
to the game, me and [Incomprehensible] live together
Street smart nigga, listen to the teacher
You can me in the bathroom smokin' reefer

low like Wal-Mart
Bricks on I-9, get your shoppin'
deep in the dope game
I'm not a farmer but I'm known to push them collard

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

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