Trap House (Live)

[Intro] Fuck a hater Fuck a hater (Gucci Mane Montana from East Atlanta) Now for the next go, this for everybody, this ain't just for the section This for the gutters and the grimy, so y'all play this shit for me, y'all Real niggas on deck In the trap house In the trap house In the trap house In the trap house [Chorus] 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 hundred thou, in my trap house Money kinda short, but we can work it out Made a hundred thou' in my Trap House Bricks going in, bricks going out Made a hundred thou' in my trap house [Verse] I'm tired of selling 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, I love to shoot dices Say my lifestyle extravagant I talk cash shit, bitches say I'm arrogant Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky then But at the same time, young hoes be jocking slim "Gucci ain't shit," bitch, I beg your pardon I'm independent but I'm balling like a major artist I stay high like giraffe pussy In my trap house smokin' bubba kushy [Chorus] 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 hundred thou, in my trap house Money kinda short, but we can work it out Made a hundred thou' in my Trap House Bricks going in, bricks going out Made a hundred thou' in my trap house