โหลดเพลง mp3 House - Fredo Santana

TrapHouse - 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