House Party Lyrics - Gucci Mane

In the trap house, in the trap house 

In the trap house, Gucci Mane, check it 

Choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach 

Hood rich so I never had a bank account 

Junkies goin' in, junkies goin' 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 goin' in, bricks goin' out 

Made a hundred thou' in my trap house 

I'm tired of sellin' 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 

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Say my life style extravagant 

I talk cash shit, bitches say I'm arrogant 

Well, goddamn Gucci cockin? it 

But at the same time young hoes be jockin' slim 

Gucci ain't shit, bitch, I beg your pardon 

I'm independent but I'm ballin' like a major artist 

I stay high like giraffe, pussy 

In my trap house, smokin' rubber kushy 

Choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach 

Hood rich so I never had a bank account 

Junkies goin' in, junkies goin' 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 goin' in, bricks goin' out 

Made a hundred thou' in my trap house 

Jumped out the whip, everybody lookin' 

Big clouds of smoke but ain't nobody cookin' 

Girl, there go Gucci Mane 

I want his autograph 'cause I'm his biggest fan 

Yellow Humvee with the yellow feet 

Yellow diamonds the same color as cheddar cheese 

And I'm smokin' on that purple shit 

They call me temp service 'cause I'll work a bitch 

Money long like Shaq feet 

Runnin' dough like a sprinter at a track meet 

I heard he got that soft white 

Extended clips make them busters get they mind right 

Choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach 

Hood rich so I never had a bank account 

Junkies goin' in, junkies goin' 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 goin' in, bricks goin' out 

Made a hundred thou' in my trap house 

In my trap house watchin' Sports Center 

In the kitchen cookin' but I ain't cookin' dinner 

Splash it with the water, whip it, make it harder 

17 for 'em the same number as Quincy Carter 

Say I'm workin' with wit a mill' or better 

Married to the game, me and [Incomprehensible] live together 

Street smart nigga, never listen to the teacher 

You can catch me in the bathroom smokin' reefer 

Prices low like Wal-Mart 

Bricks on I-9, get your shoppin' cart 

Knee deep in the dope game 

I'm not a farmer but I'm known to push them collard greens 

Choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach 

Hood rich so I never had a bank account 

Junkies goin' in, junkies goin' 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 goin' in, bricks goin' out 

Made a hundred thou' in my trap house