trap house lyrics – gucci mane

in the trap house, in the trap house
in the trap house, gucci mane, check it

choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach
hood rich so i never had a bank account
junkies goin’ in, junkies goin’ 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 goin’ in, bricks goin’ out
made a hundred thou’ in my trap house

i’m tired of sellin’ 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 life style extravagant
i talk cash sh*t, b*tches say i’m arrogant
well, godd*mn gucci c*ckin? it
but at the same time young hoes be jockin’ slim

gucci ain’t sh*t, b*tch, i beg your pardon
i’m independent but i’m ballin’ like a major artist
i stay high like giraffe, p*ssy
in my trap house, smokin’ rubber kushy

choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach
hood rich so i never had a bank account
junkies goin’ in, junkies goin’ 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 goin’ in, bricks goin’ out
made a hundred thou’ in my trap house

jumped out the whip, everybody lookin’
big clouds of smoke but ain’t n*body cookin’
girl, there go gucci mane
i want his autograph ’cause i’m his biggest fan

yellow humvee with the yellow feet
yellow diamonds the same color as cheddar cheese
and i’m smokin’ on that purple sh*t
they call me temp service ’cause i’ll work a b*tch

money long like shaq feet
runnin’ dough like a sprinter at a track meet
i heard he got that soft white
extended clips make them busters get they mind right

choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach
hood rich so i never had a bank account
junkies goin’ in, junkies goin’ 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 goin’ in, bricks goin’ out
made a hundred thou’ in my trap house

in my trap house watchin’ sports center
in the kitchen cookin’ but i ain’t cookin’ dinner
splash it with the water, whip it, make it harder
17 for ’em the same number as quincy carter

say i’m workin’ with wit a mill’ or better
married to the game, me and [incomprehensible] live together
street smart n*gg*, never listen to the teacher
you can catch me in the bathroom smokin’ reefer

prices low like wal-mart
bricks on i-9, get your shoppin’ cart
knee deep in the dope game
i’m not a farmer but i’m known to push them collard greens

choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach
hood rich so i never had a bank account
junkies goin’ in, junkies goin’ 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 goin’ in, bricks goin’ out
made a hundred thou’ in my trap house

/ gucci mane lyrics