作曲 : Demetrius Stewart/R. Davis 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 *****, love to shoot dices Say my life style extravagant I talk cash *******t, *****es say I'm arrogant Well, goddamn Gucci ****in’ it But at the same time young hoes be jockin' slim Gucci ain't *******t, *****, I beg your pardon I'm independent but I'm ballin' like a major artist I stay high like giraffe, ******* 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 *******t They call me temp service 'cause I'll work a ***** Money long like Shaq feetRunnin' 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 harder17 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 *****, never listen to the teacher You can catch me in the bathroom smokin' reefer Prices low like Wal-MartBricks on I-9, get your shoppin' cart Knee deep in the **** 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
作曲 : Demetrius Stewart/R. Davis 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 *****, love to shoot dices Say my life style extravagant I talk cash *******t, *****es say I'm arrogant Well, goddamn Gucci ****in’ it But at the same time young hoes be jockin' slim Gucci ain't *******t, *****, I beg your pardon I'm independent but I'm ballin' like a major artist I stay high like giraffe, ******* 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 *******t They call me temp service 'cause I'll work a ***** Money long like Shaq feetRunnin' 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 harder17 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 *****, never listen to the teacher You can catch me in the bathroom smokin' reefer Prices low like Wal-MartBricks on I-9, get your shoppin' cart Knee deep in the **** 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
