歌手:Gucci Mane
专辑:《Hood Classics》

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