Fredo Santana
Traphouse
[Hook]
Fuck a 9 to 5, I be in the trap house
Pockets so fat, don't make me bring them racks out
Thirties with the tecs out, n***a, 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 a 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

[Verse 1]
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 taxin', Uncle Sam
Yo bitch in love with me 'cause I'm a hood n***a
Robbin' me, shiet, I wish you would, n***a
Countin' all this money, you wish you could, n***a
A real street n***a, get that understood, n***a
I'm servin pace, no patience
This drug money contain it
A snitch n***a, I hate it
Real n***a, can't fake it
Yo bitch see me, I take her
I tip the bitch like a waitress
Don't fuck with n***as 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 be chasing after no hoes
Got shooters trained to blow
They kill a n***a for that dough
Couple bricks on the road
You scared, n***a, go to church
You scared, n***a, go to church
[Hook]
Fuck a 9 to 5, I be in the trap house
Pockets so fat, don't make me bring them racks out
Thirties with the tecs out, n***a, 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 a 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