Trap House Stalkin Lyrics - 2 Chainz

Turn the whole block big now 

Made some legal money, ran off on Uncle Sam 

Every seven days I might smoke a quarter bag, bag, bag 

Bad bitches in my picture 

Take yo ho and fuck her on the low just like a whisper 

Dom Perignon by the pitcher, I used to eat at Crystal's 

Nah, I'm just lying, I used to meet at Crystal's 

Duffle bag zippers, who the fuck gon' zip that bitch up? 

Me and that bitch we gon' ride in the trunk 

Cause the hood of the car is not in the front 

I did it fo' them, no, I did it fo' me, so, they did it fo' them 

And I like when that pussy go splash, so I told 'er let's go fo' a swim 

Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch 

She outside my traphouse stalkin' 

I spoil all my clientele, and my little bitch, she spoiled rotten 

Just fucked a 20k on good weed and designer shoppin' 

Summer time, just made it, I'm thinkin' drop top Spider Rarri 

Who there callin' my phone? If it ain't about money then I ain't talkin' 

Pocket full of Franklins on me, I call that shit gangsta walkin' 

Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch, she outside my traphouse stalkin' 

I valet the coupe and Nieman Marcus, I went in and ate lunch 

And say that we run the streets, I say we just give em what they want 

Yup, give 'em that crack, make em come back 

Just scraped these six figures out the road spent it on the set 

Hmm, like LL, I'm in too deep with it 

Little momma pussy so good, man, that I almost fell asleep in it 

Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch, she out my traphouse stalkin' 

Panamera on the Forgies, I'm flossin', 458 with the horsie 

I got that packet from Cali, I can break it down 

And have everything gone by the mo'ning 

Have the amigo pull up with 1000 meetings 

I can run through yo city like Jordan 

Nigga, my cousin, my women imported 

Yo, bitch on my bumper, you can get extorted 

I call my plug and I tell him bring me more 

Don't worry bout me, worry bout where yo ho at 

Nigga, yo bitch outside my traphouse skeetin' 

Bitch outside, she stalkin' 

285, just ride, smokin' precious, you trippin', I left that bitch walk in 

I got these racks so big I can't fold it 

I got yo bitch, yo shawty got ebola 

We sellin' that coke, we no call it a come up 

Makin' em G's, ya gotta stay 100 

That precious gas pack, we smoke it and punch in 

I don't do dinners, no movie, no nothin', no lunches, we fuckin' 

And that's the end of that discussion 

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