Traphouse (Santana Fredo)

Fuck her 9 to 5, I be in the trap house Pockets so fat, don't make me bring them racks out .30's with the tecs out, nigga you get stretched out I don't need no job, I be in the traphouse I be in the trap house, I be in the trap house, fuck her 9 to 5, I be in the trap house I be in the trap house, I be in the trap house, I don't need no job, I be in the trap house My neighbors hate me, well I don't give a damn Cause I be in the trap, sellin' hard movin' grams I got that fuckin' work and I'm textin' Uncle Sam Yo bitch in love with me, cause I'm a hood nigga Robbin' me shit, I wish you would nigga Countin' all this money, you wish you could nigga A real street nigga get that understood nigga I'm servin pace no patience, this drug money contain it A snitch nigga I hate it, real nigga can't fake it Yo bitch see me I take her, I tip the bitch like a waitress Don't fuck with niggas they haters, You keep the bitch she basic I switch hoes like I switch clothes, I put up on my 24 My cars filled with coke, My shoe I fill with dope I don't chase after no hoes, got shooters trained to blow They kill a nigga for that dough, couple bricks on the road You scared nigga go to church, you scared nigga go to church [Hook]