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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demetrius Stewart
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shawty Redd
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
In the trap house
In the trap house
In the trap house
Gucci Mane, check it
[Verse 2]
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 hunnid thou
In my trap house
[Verse 3]
Money kinda short
But we can work it out
Made a hunnid thou
In my trap house
Bricks goin' in
Bricks goin' out
Made a hunnid thou
In my trap house
[Verse 4]
I'm tired of sellin' bricks
I wanna go legit
I wonder can I sell eleven 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 to cash shit
Bitches say I'm arrogant
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky then
But at the same time, young hos 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' Bubba Kush-ey
[Verse 5]
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 hunnid thou
In my trap house
Money kinda short
But we can work it out
Made a hunnid thou
In my trap house
Bricks goin' in
Bricks goin' out
Made a hunnid thou
In my trap house
[Verse 6]
Jump 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 yellow 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' dope like a sprinter at a track meet
I heard he got that soft white
Extended clips make them busters get they mind right
[Verse 7]
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 hunnid thou
In my trap house
Money kinda short
But we can work it out
Made a hunnid thou
In my trap house
Bricks goin' in
Bricks goin' out
Made a hunnid thou
In my trap house
[Verse 8]
In my trap house
Watchin' SportCenter
In the kitchen cookin'
But I ain't cookin' dinner
Splash it with the water
Whip it, make it harder
Seventeen for 'em
Same number as Quincy Carter
Say I'm workin' with a mill or better
Married to the game, me and money live together
Street smart ****
Never listened to the teacher
You can catch me in the bathroom
Smokin' reefer
Prices low like Walmart
Bricks on I-9
Get ya shoppin' cart
Knee-deep in the dope game
I'm not a farmer
But I'm known to push them collard greens
[Verse 9]
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 hunnid thou
In my trap house
Money kinda short
But we can work it out
Made a hunnid thou
In my trap house
Bricks goin' in
Bricks goin' out
Made a hunnid thou
In my trap house
Written by: Demetrius Stewart, R. Davis