Kung-Fu Chèvre

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 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 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 kushie