Fredo Santana Traphouse Lyrics

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