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, n***a 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 b**h in love with me 'cause I'm a hood n***a Rubbing me sh**, I wish you would n***a Counting all this money, you wish you could n***a A Will street n***a, get that understood n***a sponsored links I'm serving pace no pace, there's money can't take A snitch n***a I hate, real n***a can't fake Your b**h see me I take it, I tip the b**hes like the wages, Don't f*ck with n***as they hate us, You keep the b**h 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, n***a 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