Fredo Santana - TrapHouse lyrics

rate me

Hook:

F*ck a 9 to 5, I’ll be in a traphouse

Pockets so fat, don’t make me bring them brags out

Thirties with the text out, nigga you get stressed out

I don’t need no job, I’ll be in the traphouse

I’ll be in the traphouse, I’ll be in the traphouse

F*ck a 9 to 5, I’ll be in a traphouse

I’ll be in a traphouse, I’ll be in a traphouse.

I don’t need no job, I’ll be in the traphouse

My neighbors hate me, and I don’t give a damn

‘cause I’ll be in the trap selling heart, moving grams

I gather f*cking work and I’m texting uncle Sam

Your bitch in love with me ‘cause I’m a hood nigga

Rubbing me shit, I wish you would nigga

Counting all this money, you wish you could nigga

A Will street nigga, get that understood nigga

I’m serving pace no pace, there’s money can’t take

A snitch nigga I hate, real nigga can’t fake

Your bitch see me I take it, I tip the bitches like the wages,

Don’t f*ck with niggas they hate us,

You keep the bitch see base, I switch all like I switch cold

I put it for my 24, my shoe I feel with though

I don’t chase nothing no hoes

Got shooters train up

Hook:

F*ck a 9 to 5, I’ll be in a traphouse

Pockets so fat, don’t make me bring them brags out

Thirties with the text out, nigga you get stressed out

I don’t need no job, I’ll be in the traphouse

I’ll be in the traphouse, I’ll be in the traphouse

F*ck a 9 to 5, I’ll be in a traphouse

I’ll be in a traphouse, I’ll be in a traphouse.

I don’t need no job, I’ll be in the traphouse