House (Explicit)

House (Explicit) - Fredo Santana

F**k a nine to five

I'll be in a traphouse

Pockets so fat

Don't make me bring them brags out

Thirties with the text out

Ni**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**k a nine to five

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

Well now give a damn

'Cause I'll be in the trap selling heart

Moving grams

I gather F**king work

And I'm texting uncle Sam

Your b**ch in love with me

'Cause I'm a hood ni**a

Rubbing me sh*t

I wish you would ni**a

Counting all this money

You wish you could ni**a

A Will street ni**a

Get that understood ni**a

I'm serving pace no pace

There's money can't take

A snitch ni**a I hate

Real ni**a can't fake

Your b**ch see me I take it

I tip the b**ches like the wages

Don't F**k with niggas they hate us

You keep the b**ch see base

I switch all like I switch cold

I put it for my twenty four

My cauth when we cold

My shoe I feel with though

I don't chase nothing no hoes

Got shooters train up

But cure feel the door

Come quit so low were

You see ni**a trip

You see ni**a trip

F**k a nine to five

I'll be in a traphouse

Pockets so fat

Don't make me bring them brags out

Thirties with the text out

Ni**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**k a nine to five

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