Trap House (feat. Birdman & Rick Ross)

You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Yeah) What you heard?! Bigger than life Cookin' up! Big money poppin' boy Cookin' up!(Yeah) Cccccookin' up! They talking bout me in the trap house They asking bout me in the trap house They talking bout me in the trap house They asking bout me in the trap house What the business is, stay up out of mine What the business is, stay up out of mine They talking bout me in the trap house They asking bout me in the trap house Niggas mad that I went and got my visa Thirty on my wrist, had to roll my sleeve up Damn right we rocking, damn right we copping Fly cars we whipping, the fuck boys be plotting Purple Jolly Ranchers, chain couple advances Wrist and watch blang blue and white like Kansas Right side turn wheel; Talk kush? We burn fields Swore I seen the devil on my first meal Had to kill the watch, nigga -- time served I'm talking 9, 000 watts, nigga -- you ain't heard? I talk money, some say I speak foreign Whip foreign, watch foreign, bitch foreign Told her to dance, and that bitch kept going Cake, cake, cake, cake -- just throw it I'm a boss, motherfucker Pull up to the club just to floss, motherfucker On the salt, motherfucker Rich motherfucker, all the whips foreign Take your bitch, motherfucker Suck a dick, motherfucker I'm the shit, motherfucker -- time to get up off the toilet This is it, motherfucker; thirty-six, motherfucker And you a bitch, motherfucker All your bitches know it Hit a lick, motherfucker; took a brick, motherfucker Hundred bricks, nigga, like a hundred chips Hundred whips, nigga, another hundred clips Overseas, nigga, on some hundred shit Flip a hundred things, moving on a hundred whips All the mils counted, peep how it feels Up top, nigga, doing big deals Big chips, nigga, knowing how to kill On the field, nigga, do this shit and do it real Another flip, nigga Stash the cash We do this, nothing but some money on me Another blast, nigga -- pussy Curve, swerve, hit 'em with that chopper on me Eleven hundred, flipped eleven hundred Coke Boys in this bitch, move eleven hundred Got them whole things in the sand Uptown, filthy rich, rich gang