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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 SongtexteHook: 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 Aus Songtexte Mania