In the trap house,
In the trap house,
In the trap house,
Gucci night jacket
Chopper on the floor,
Pistol on the couch
Pull the wrist so I never have
a blank account
Jackets going in,
Jackets go ing out
Made a hundred thousand
in my trap house
Money countin' short,
but we can work it out
Made a hundred thousand,
in my trap house
Rings goin' in, rings goin' out
Made a hundred thousand,
in my trap house
I'm tired of standin' bricks,
I wanna go legit
I'm one to count, I'll eleven, midlife
DDC
Does platinum rain enough?
I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed, love to shoot dices
Say my lifestyle is private get,
I don't care shit, bitches say I'm arrogant
Well god damn
Gucci cock it in, but at the same time you
don't hold these jockers 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' bubble cushy
Choppin' on the floor,
pistol on the couch
Do the rich so I never have
a blank account
Jackets goin' in, jackets goin' out
Made a hundred thousand
in my trap house
Money countin' short,
but we can work it out
Made a hundred thousand
in my trap house
Rings goin' in, rings goin' out
Made a hundred thousand
in my trap house
Jump out the whip, everybody lick it
Big clouds of smoke,
but ain't nobody cookin'
Girl, that
Gokuchi man, I'm on his autograph
Cause I'm his biggest fan
Yellow
Humvee, with the yellow feet
Yellow diamonds,
the same color cheddar cheese
And I'm smokin' on that purple shit
They call me tip service,
cause I a worker bitch
Runnin' long like
Shaq feet
Runnin' dope like a sprinter,
how the track meet?
I heard he got that south white
Extended clips make them
busters get they
vibe right
Chopper on the floor,
pistol on the couch
Do the rich so I never have
a black account
Jackets going in, jackets going out
Made a hundred thousand
in my trap house
Money count short,
but we can work it out
Made a hundred thousand
in my trap house
Bricks going in, bricks going out
Made a hundred thousand, in my trap house
In my trap house, watch the sports cellar
In the kitchen cookin',
but I ain't kickin' dill
Splash it with the water,
whip it, make it harder
17 forms, I ain't no agnostic harlor
Say I'm workin' with a millbella
Married to the guy,
me and money live together
Screech for it, nigga,
never listen to the teacher
You can catch me in the bathroom
smokin' wreaths, though
Prices low like
Walmart
Bricks on I -9, get your shopping cart
Knee deep in the dope game I'm not a farmer,
but I'm known to push them collard greens
Chopper on the floor,
pistol on the couch
Fully rich, so I never had a
black account
Jackets going in, jackets going out
Made a hundred thousand
in my drop house
Money kinda short,
but we can work it out
Made her hurt it down, in my trap house
Rings going in, rings going out
Made her hurt it down, in my trap house
I'll see you
now.