Trap House Lyrics - French Montana

You know my sneakers foreign nigga 

(Yeah) What you heard?! 

Bigger than life 

Cookin' up! 

Big money poppin' boy 

Cookin' up!(Yeah) 

Cccccookin' up! 

They talking bout me in the trap house 

They asking bout me in the trap house 

They talking bout me in the trap house 

They asking bout me in the trap house 

What the business is, stay up out of mine 

What the business is, stay up out of mine 

They talking bout me in the trap house 

They asking bout me in the trap house 

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Niggas mad that I went and got my visa 

Thirty on my wrist, had to roll my sleeve up 

Damn right we rocking, damn right we copping 

Fly cars we whipping, the fuck boys be plotting 

Purple Jolly Ranchers, chain couple advances 

Wrist and watch blang blue and white like Kansas 

Right side turn wheel; Talk kush? We burn fields 

Swore I seen the devil on my first meal 

Had to kill the watch, nigga -- time served 

I'm talking 9, 000 watts, nigga -- you ain't heard? 

I talk money, some say I speak foreign 

Whip foreign, watch foreign, bitch foreign 

Told her to dance, and that bitch kept going 

Cake, cake, cake, cake -- just throw it 

I'm a boss, motherfucker 

Pull up to the club just to floss, motherfucker 

On the salt, motherfucker 

Rich motherfucker, all the whips foreign 

Take your bitch, motherfucker 

Suck a dick, motherfucker 

I'm the shit, motherfucker -- time to get up off the toilet 

This is it, motherfucker; thirty-six, motherfucker 

And you a bitch, motherfucker 

All your bitches know it 

Hit a lick, motherfucker; took a brick, motherfucker 

Hundred bricks, nigga, like a hundred chips 

Hundred whips, nigga, another hundred clips 

Overseas, nigga, on some hundred shit 

Flip a hundred things, moving on a hundred whips 

All the mils counted, peep how it feels 

Up top, nigga, doing big deals 

Big chips, nigga, knowing how to kill 

On the field, nigga, do this shit and do it real 

Another flip, nigga 

Stash the cash 

We do this, nothing but some money on me 

Another blast, nigga -- pussy 

Curve, swerve, hit 'em with that chopper on me 

Eleven hundred, flipped eleven hundred 

Coke Boys in this bitch, move eleven hundred 

Got them whole things in the sand 

Uptown, filthy rich, rich gang