Trap House (Live)

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 shit, bitches say I'm arrogant
 Well, goddamn Gucci cockin? it
 But at the same time young hoes be jockin' slim
 Gucci ain't shit, bitch, I beg your pardon
 I'm independent but I'm ballin' like a major artist
 I stay high like giraffe, pussy
 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 nobody 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 shit
 They call me temp service 'cause I'll work a bitch
 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 live together
 Street smart nigga, 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