TrapHouse Blues HoodyBaby

[Intro]
Oh, shit, I feel caged in, fuck
(Freeway)
I don't know if it's the right house or the White House
You know?
You know I'm a somebody
And you're a nobody
And this shit ain't for everybody
You know, I'm just tryin' to live, ah

[Chorus]
All this coke in my house, I know they said somethin'
All this coke in my house, I know the feds comin'
All this coke in my house, I feel caged in
I told my brother rock it up, we some cavemen
All this coke in my house, I know they said somethin'
All this coke in my house, I know the feds comin'
All this coke in my house, I feel caged in
I told my brother rock it up, we some cavemen

[Verse 1]
Maison Margiela, all my diamonds marvelous
Me and Beenie, matchin' Rollies, got them hoes jealous
Luxury South Beach shoppin' sprees (Ah)
I turn the Florida evers to Florida Keys
Look at me (Look), bitch, look at me (Woo)
Wrestle with the work, fat trap, Booker T
Too legit, boy, nappy head, rich boy
I got quarters, I got halves, I got bricks, boy
You know it's me, you know my bookin' fee
Wayne on the stage, Hoody tryna cook a ki'
Right wrist, left wrist, yeah, all gold
Hit me on the text, baby, I don't call hoes